Dmitri Antonov Novels & Stories

“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.

“ How can I fight the Russians if I don’t even have respect from the very people I took in and gave a home? There is a mole on the inside and that was how they knew when the shipments would arrive and how. They also knew my wife’s flight and where she would go for the meeting and when. “ Everyone paused to see how that related to them thinking I was weak, including me. “ My sister and wife almost died and I lost millions of dollars last night. Blood will be spilled here today. I’ll start with the very people who wanted my wife gone because I sense it was a plot by the Russians to create a divide within us. “ What he was saying made a lot more sense. I looked at the people at the table wonder

Dea insisted on coming along while Julian and Lilith needed to sate their curiosity about the place. "We're going hunting in a bit. We need to feed before sunrise which doesn't leave us much time," Julian said as he peered down at his wristwatch, "I have to get on a plane to Lisbon too. Dimitri and Ambrosia left a few loose ends for me to tie up there. Why the fuck they chose a place with so much sun, I'll never understand." "You can't hunt anywhere near here," came my abrupt and guttural warning.

Like he knew I was flustered and pacing, hating the lack of direction and answers. "I bet not," I replied. "They're so much more involved internationally and usually stay away from much of the activity in the States, let alone New York." I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. "I don't recall Uncle Mikhail having anything to do with the Avilov name either." "No, he didn't." "It's interesting that Aslanov would have looked to him for backing." Anatoli hummed. "I don't know. Maybe that's the one thing that does make sense. Zakh really set him up to suffer with that sting at the Colver docks. And since then, the Antonovs have risen in prominence and power because of his leadership."