Novel & Cerita Dimitri Belikov

I replied. — "I'm sure. Now just say you'll let me torture them a little longer, please," she begged. Again, I shook my head. — "I've already said no. Now finish your food; I want to shower with you," I said. She nodded and continued eating her burger. — "Who is he?" she asked, taking another bite. — "Dimitri Kovalenko, leader of the BlackStorm team," I answered. Kat looked at me and smiled.

It sounded so pretentious, really. "Ah, yes," Christian turned to face Dimitri in his seat. "I have heard of you, Sir Belikov. I'm happy to finally put a face to the name." Dimitri dipped his head respectfully and opened his mouth to reply, but Victor seemed hellbent on doing that for him. "Sir Belikov has graciously accepted our invitation to join our ranks and is now serving as a valuable member of our council. It is no surprise that his valliant reputation has reached your noble kingdom of Inferion, Lord Ozera."

He seemed inviting in a mysterious way. I held out my gloved hand. "I'm Rosemarie Mazur," I greeted kindly, allowing a smile to brighten my face. The man took out his hand to grasp mine, placing a light kiss to the glove. Even though it covered my skin, I felt an electrical sensation travel throughout my body and set it aflame. "I'm Dimitri Belikov. It's a pleasure to meet you, Rosemarie," he greeted back, yet he watched me as if he expected me to realize something, his dark gaze intense.

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

Alexei ran to my side, and taking his jacket off, he placed it on top of my bare back before hugging me tightly. “Viktor is still alive, but he shot Esteban and I believe that he killed him too” I said, forcing myself to take a deep breath. Alexei didn’t say a word for a few seconds as he kissed the crown of my head “Alexei, the men…”

Leo eyed Dimitri with a smirk from where he sat, he stood up to his full six feet two height. He saw the flicker in Dimitri's eyes when Leo stood in front of him. Leo smiled, he gave him a curt nod before speaking. " Hello Mr Dimitri", he greeted. " I am sure you have heard from viktoriya here, the reason we are here." Dimitri sat in front of him, his hands crossed. " How are you going to stop me", Dimitri began as he gritted his teeth. What is wrong with them and gritting their teeth.

His black lips spread into a wicked grin. "Gods, what I wouldn't give to have the chance to rip that bitches heart out, but apparently, your Queen already had the pleasure of doing that for me. So that'll have to do for now. As for the name, it's Drabek, but my friends called me Bek."

I asked, offering a polite, measured smile. “Of course, of course,” he drawled, his thick Russian accent coloring every word. “But we’ll have to leave our men outside… this is a confidential deal, you know?” Theo scoffed. “Hell no.” “No, it’s fine, Theo,” I said, moving closer to him. Dimitri was at least fifty, and I had the advantage in both height and size. He wouldn’t try anything. “Let’s make it quick, then, before your boy comes after me,” Dimitri laughed.

I spit out fiery. Arlette gulped, shifting on each leg. “Who were the guys?” I asked, staring at her naked body, her small curvy frame designed against the wall. Arlette shrugged, then answered my question. “Some Russians. I don’t know their names, but one guy, the main guy, his name was Dimitri Volkov,” she said. As if the guys being Russians didn’t give them off already, but fucking, Dimitri Volkov? That was the Bratva’s Pakhan and he was ruthless and as sneaky as a snake.

— his eyes narrowed slightly — “if he doesn’t call by tomorrow, then yes, it’s possible they caught him.” Don Sebastien leaned back with a deep chuckle, sipping from his glass. “Niko, you’re quite the strategist. Always using people… then tossing them away once they’re no longer useful.” Nikolai looked at him, his eyes cold. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Sebastien smirked. “Dimitri is your eyes and ears in the Bratva. Without him, we’d be deaf to what’s happening in Russia. So if he’s gone, tell me, aren’t you worried you just lost your only window?”