Dmitri Antonov Novels & Stories

I don't know how I manage to stay cool when I'm face-to-face with the man who destroyed my sister's childhood and made the whole idea of living tedious for her. I pull up a photo I took with one of his guards and show him. “Don't expect your guards to find you, they won't” I turn Sasha's knife slowly in my hand, messing with him on purpose. ‘Sergei Antonov, 48 years old, was once married to Olivia Antonov, who died in a car crash ten years ago. Two sons, Alexei and Ivan, one wants nothing to do with your empire, the other is too dumb to run your empire. Did I miss anything?”

Dimitri Antonov finally found his place in this fucking world, which is six feet underneath the ground. Yes. He killed him, brutally and coldly and make others watch. He learned that he was the one whose been fucking with their cargo and the dealings outside the Russian border. Slicing up a huge amount of stash in his pocket and blaming the small mob present at the time. Marrying his daughter to him was one of his plans to take over his mob. The fucking bastard took him like some simpleton he can manipulate.

DIMITRI The HALO jump was insane. Dimitri had done a lot of crazy shit in thirty-four years. Smuggled weapons across three continents. Run protection rackets that made enemies of men who killed for sport. Built an empire on blood and violence. But jumping out of a plane at 25,000 feet? That was a new level of insanity. "Remember!" Anya's voice through the comm. Steady. Professional. "Arch your back! Arms and legs spread! Track toward me if you drift!"

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.

My body shook with anger as I looked at Sheriff Bianco, wishing I would snap his neck and kill him on the spot. "What did you say your boss is called?" I ask folding my hands across my chest. "Bratva Antonov," he answers. Silence reigns as we think of what that name sounds like. A Russian no doubt, but we don't know him. Then, it finally clicks. Rio beats me to saying it. "Enzo and Riley Antonov's brother? I thought there were only two Antonovs?" Rio shoots out in confusion. "There are. Or were. Richie Antonov is their father. He is ruthless and feared," he answers and I feel goosebumps creasing the back of my neck.

My dad shook Wyatt’s hand. “It was no problem, I understood that it was to keep everyone safe. My parents had told me that a witch spoke of the future and that I needed to keep Remi safe for it to come to pass, but they never told me of that future. I’m glad that I was able to keep everyone safe and keep the agreement with you intact.”

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.”

“Antonov’s retreat wasn’t a failure. It was a warning. And I’m done waiting.” Sophia stood, wrapping a robe around herself as she approached him. “Then let me help.” “You already have.” “No—I mean really help. Let me dig. Antonov’s network is far more intricate than your men know. He has roots in the East—Moscow, Bucharest, Istanbul. But there’s one place he’s vulnerable. He keeps his operations clean on the outside, but there’s a ghost link—a man named Varek.” Alex turned sharply. “I’ve heard that name once. Diego mentioned him before the split.”

He was never fit to run a pack. I arrived at the tombs. At first they appeared uninhabited, but once you understood the layouts of the maze like crypts, you realize that you could weave through them easily. A fire lit torch burned brightly at the entrance, and I took it making my way through the tomb. "Nikolai Rydor," an attendant's voice bounced off the walls of the tomb. "We've been expecting you." I nodded, going after her. And soon we came up upon the elders gathering.