Dimitri Belikov Novels & Stories

Nikolai barked. His Beta appeared from the crowd, that instant. Oh fuck! “She’s coming with us,” Nikolai said. “Restrain her.” “You can’t do this!” I cried. “This is neutral territory! You have no authority here!” “I have authority over what’s mine,” he said coldly. “And you are mine.” “It’s not your child!” I screamed, desperate. “I was with someone else after I left!” He went still, squinting his eyes, intensifying his gaze on me. Then he leaned closer. “You’ll prove it. In my court. In front of witnesses. And when everyone sees you lied, when they see you tried to steal my heir, you’ll face the consequences.”

Sister. The word cracked something inside me. I kept walking. Slow. Steady. Dimitri Volkov stepped out from behind a stack of pallets. Tall. Broad. Scar running from temple to jaw like a lightning strike. Black coat open over tactical vest. Pistol loose in his right hand. He smiled—slow, satisfied. “Elena Kovaleva. You actually came alone.” His accent was thick, old Moscow. “Brave. Or stupid.” I stopped ten feet away. Close enough to see the dried blood on Anya’s cheek. Far enough he couldn’t grab me without moving.

Two men stood next to Victor, and their presence sent a spurt of frozen adrenaline through his system. To his right, there sat Dmitri Volkov, the notorious "Tsar of Siberian Gas." The granite-jawed mogul with a track record for crushing competitors with the tacit support of the Kremlin. He was oligarchy personified—Politically unstoppable, pitiless, and wallowing in mineral wealth.

The man's stare then flickered to Ava, raking over her with undisguised contempt. Damian's posture didn't change, but a chill emanated from him. "The perimeter is secure, Dmitri?" Ice coated each word. "As you ordered," Dmitri Volkov grunted. He stepped aside, his resentment thick as smoke. They stood before Alexei. Damian's hand tightened on her back. As they listened to the old man speak, Damian's fingers slid lower. A shocking, intimate caress that brushed the top of the lace of her panties through the thick silk of her dress.

[IVAN] I’m only half-focused on the file in front of me when Dimitri storms into the office and slams someone’s head onto the desk. My train of thought derails, and I look up, trying to figure out what the heck is happening. I turn my attention to my right-hand man, looking bored. “Do I even want to know what’s going on?” Dimitri pays no mind to the sarcasm. “Anatoly Sidorov.” I sigh, leaning back in my chair. “I suppose that’s his name.”

And that changed everything. As Paolo cursed and weaved through traffic, a thought pulsed in my head like an ancient curse I never wanted to face. Dimitri Antonov. The name echoed like thunder in my skull. I never told anyone about him. Because Dimitri Antonov is dead — or so everyone believes. But I know he’s not. I turned sharply to Paolo. “You remember Dimitri Antonov?” He frowned. “The Russian mobster? Died in an airstrike in Ukraine. That was like ten years ago.”

Dmitri looked at the bodies. “Messy.” Then he smiled. “I approve.” I stared at him. “You’re insane.” “Probably.” He extended a hand toward me like we were meeting at a dinner party. “Dmitri Volkov.” Then he added casually. “Russian Bratva.” My stomach tightened slightly. Great. Another Russian. “Relax,” Dmitri said lightly, noticing my reaction. "I don't bite...unless you want me to." His eyes twinkled mischievously, making me wonder just how dangerous this man really was.

I quickly hurried to Noah's side, linked my arm with his and tried not to cringe when I caught sight of Dimitri's reddened cheek. I said, "Dimitri, this is Noah Hilson, CEO of the famous Hillson group. He was my buddy in college." I gestured towards Dimitri. "Noah, this is Dimitri Wolfgang, the CEO of the Wolfgang group. I work for him." Dimitri bared his teeth in the semblance of a smile. "Valeria here is a good little, hard worker," Dimitri said. I flushed and glared at him, aware of the double meaning of his words.

So what? "It's okay" Vincent muttered before turning his gaze to Bastien who was sitting next to him. "Bastien, I hope you're careful. Dimitri is different from Igor Stratovsky. Even though you've fought me before in sparring, we don't know how deep Dimitri's strength really is. If you have the chance, no matter how small, just kill him." 'I know. Don't worry, I won't make the same mistake as my father" Bastien replied. "You guys just concentrate on saving

He would probably decide to stay out of the auction, and so Johnny wouldn't be able to use him as bait anymore. Demitri Balk didn't get much recognition until the mid-1990s. Diamond Balk seemed to emerge overnight, with a long list of stellar investors, able to send its stock price skyrocketing in just a few minutes. within minutes of official equitization. Demitri Balk is the main shareholder and named CEO of the company.