Dimitri Belikov Novels & Stories

Nikolai “Boris is dead.” I hear as soon as I pick up the phone from Dimitri. While I was grateful he had died I was rather surprised, he had looked very healthy yesterday. Dimitri sighs and adds “Pavel killed him.” Pavel, another one of the men I worked with, was not a very wise man to offend. Even I stayed out of his way most of the time. “He must have died in a terrible way then.” Pavel had a reputation of killing people in the weirdest places or while they were doing the weirdest things.

7:30pm Packed SUV Dmitri lips curled into a sinister smirk as he watched the building crumble into ash. He needed to call the house and check on his wife, but he wanted to savor this moment first. There was no doubt that the FBI would get the information and back down but he knew it wouldn’t last, maybe bring a moment of peace and let a few day pass by with them off their trail but he knew that real war had just begone. The FBI were destroyed in less than 30minutes and it was credit to him—Don Dimitri Vladimir Kalashnikov. He was called the Beekeeper for a reason.

His voice made her nipples tighten under her blouse. “Elena,” he snapped suddenly through the intercom. “In here. Now.” She jumped up, smoothing her tight pencil skirt, and walked in. Damon sat behind his massive desk in a perfectly tailored black suit, looking every inch the ruthless billionaire. His eyes flicked over her body like he owned it. Which, after last night, he kind of did. “Yes, Mr. Voss?” she asked, trying to sound professional. Her voice came out breathy. He leaned back, staring. “You’re walking funny today. Sore, are we?”

Lily was asleep on the couch with the puppy curled against her chest, but even in sleep her small hands twitched like she was ready to fight. Cedric stood behind Jax, arms crossed so tight his muscles ached, while Gianni paced the room like a caged tiger ready to tear through the walls. “Give me something,” Cedric demanded, voice rough. “Anything on this piece of shit.” Jax’s fingers flew across the keys, multiple windows open on her screens. “Brett isn’t Brett. Real name Dmitri Volkov. Ex-CIA. Disavowed after a black-site operation in Eastern Europe went sideways eight years ago. He’s been working as a freelance fixer ever since. Plays every side. Skims from everyone. Vanishes before the bo

That was the point. Dimitri arrived at my study an hour later, a tablet in one hand and a folder in the other. He looked tired, darker circles under his eyes than usual, his jaw tight with the kind of tension that came from too little sleep and too much information. "The bug," he said, dropping into the chair across from my desk. "I have the report." "And?" "It's high-grade. Military spec. Not something you buy off the street." He slid the tablet toward me. "Whoever gave it to her has serious connections. So it tracks that it might have been from Viktor.”

Mike stood behind him. "Inside," Dimitri said. Not a request. Isabella stepped back, let them enter. The door closed with a quiet click that sounded impossibly loud in the silence. Dimitri turned to face her, and Isabella had never seen him like this. Not at the warehouse when he'd crashed their celebration. Not when he'd broken his engagement. This was different. "Viktor Kozlov," Dimitri said quietly. "Ex-FSB investigator. Currently in my custody. He told me some very interesting things about who hired him and why. Would you like to hear what he said?"

he said jokingly but I could detect it was just a front as it’s quite obvious that he’s been bothered by something. “But Mich, all jokes aside, what is bothering you, it appears something is on your mind. Care to share with me what the problem is”? I tried to persuade him to get to talk to me “Not until you tell me what you found out on your little trip” he tried to switch the topic “Okay, I will tell you only if you talk to me about whatever is bothering you” I tried to make a deal to see if he could cheer up a little. “Yes, it is true that Derrick is getting married to Becky in a moon’s time” I said looking down as I tried to hide my already heavy with tears eyes.

Suddenly reality set in and I remembered I had the most gorgeous man on the face of the earth who just so happened to be a dangerous shape-shifter, inside my house right now. I shakily reached for my door knob and opened my door and walked in. Dalton was sitting on my couch with his foot propped up on his knee and his arms draped over the back of the couch. His eyes were trained on my body and the shifted up to my face and I could see the blood red color swirling in them. I swallowed audibly and pulled at the bottom hem of my shirt, “Um, would you like a beer or some wine? I think I have red and white, but beer is my usual go-to. I just like the way it taste.” I was rambling when Dalton star

I asked opening the cell door “ I don’t think that’s a good idea” Alex whispered “ You should probably listen to him.” He winked “ why?” I asked again “ because I was promised my freedom after you were brought to him. I didn’t trust the guy for one second and I knew your little boy toy here would rip him apart before he got what he wanted. So I hid until I felt it was safe to come out.” He explained crossing his arms against his chest “ just one fatal flaw in your plan. Alex isn’t the one that killed him. I did” I growled, grabbing a pair of gloves outside the cell and putting them on as I walked inside.

“Secretary of whom?” “Dimitri Kingston.” My eyes widened to the size of saucers. “What!” *** This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ***