Romans & histoires Dimitri

The only thing keeping Alexandro grounded was the relentless pursuit of truth. Before he set sail again to search the eastern waters, he knew he had to learn everything he could. He had a name now—Maeron. A shadow of myth. A phantom whispered of in fear. If he was going to tear through the ocean to retrieve his wife, he needed to know who, or what, he was up against.

said Daemon. He stood up and reached across the table for my hand. I awkwardly looked around at the others,and they were all waiting for me to be polite and take his hand. When I did, he slipped his fingers along my palm and held me firmly, causing a shiver to run along my arms. “I have to say, you did well, little bro.” “I think so.” Anthony’s face beamed with pride. “Babe this is my brother Dimitri, Dimitri Kristen”Anthony goes on saying as he made the introduction.

I want to know your story. He raised both eyebrows. 'You said you wanted a fair chance. And like you said before, I don't really know you yet." Dimitri pulled up the corner of his mouth into a smile that made his face look younger. Actually how old is he? From the outside he looks like a man in his late twenties. 'How old are you really?" "One hundred and twenty-five," he answered quickly. Oh ... If I'm a hundred and eight years old, that means Dimitri is almost seventeen years older than me.

Rivera said. "No problem, I'm glad I did." Dimitri then picked up the paper bag beside him and carried it onto the table. "Here's what you left behind, I saw the contents of baby shoes," he said after holding it out. Rivera accepted, "Ah yes, for my baby-to-be." Rivera moved the paper to the chair beside him. "Dimitri, I don't think you're from here?" Rivera made small talk after there was no conversation between them. "Yes, I'm from Russia, only here for work," replied Dimitri.

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it

Octavio commanded in a domineering tone. "Yes, boss," Dimitri responded, getting up from his seat and leaving the table. Dimitri went out of the restaurant and accessed the database, searching for information about the woman who had been at the counter. After a thorough search, he approached the counter. “Hi, can you please help check something on my phone for me?” Dimitri asked, handing his phone to the woman with a charming smile, his killer dimples adding to his appeal.

“Alexis Mar'tine” “Alexis!” “Last call Alexis Mar'tine” Dimitry repeats. Dimitry is a Delta. He is in his late 30s. He has brown hair and dark eyes. His face is on a default —tired and bored. At the end, he marks her name with a red pen with the time the last call was mentioned, at 11:10 P.M. "Another one in the dungeon, Dimitry," Gamma Sevy jokingly said while nudging Delta Dimitry on the side.

“You would be dying for a good cause, “ he gripped my hand tighter, pulling me closer. “If Nikolas finds out what you’re doing, I will kill you myself.” He let me go, and I instinctively clutched my wrist in pain. He got up from the table after tucking the document I gave him inside the jacket of his coat. “Go on, Antonio. I would like to talk to Viola about women's business.” He left with a huff, leaving me with Mother. “Guess who I saw at the Cartier store the other day?” She asked. Without waiting me to answer, she did it for me, “Aurora Mancini.”

Vlad dropped an iPad on the centre table and pushed it to my front. "Dimitri Pietro. Age twenty-nine. An orphan who grew up in an orphanage with his elder brother, the late Giovanni Pietro. He joined the Bratva family when he was just twenty, and his brother, twenty-three. He is one of Bratva's strong hitmen." I scrolled through the pictures displayed on the screen of the iPad while listening to Vlad explain.

~ DIMITRI ~ “Eliminate him.” Dimitri ordered, his eyes fixed on the picture Draco had sent. His brows were knitted together as he tried to discern who the sketch resembled but he couldn't even get anything. He dropped his phone and his finger traced the outline of the sketch on his tab. “Narrow waist… broad but lean… dark hair…” He whispered before shaking his head. The sketch doesn't look like anyone he knew. He inhaled the minty smell mixed with books of his office and pushed his tablet aside before focusing his attention back on his laptop. But suddenly, his eyes flashed in rememberance and he typed some words on his tablet b