Novel & Cerita Dmitri Antonov

“ Good morning, Bellissima, “ he greeted and proceeded to place a peck on my lips. “ Good morning, “ I greeted back with a blush. I noticed the other people at the table were greeting us and I blushed even more, embarrassed that they had witnessed our exchange. We had breakfast at the table while we conversed. Nikolai had hatched a new route for the shipments. One that was complicated and only he fully understood. All the others knew were their roles and nothing else. They didn’t even know who else was involved with the transport. With the roles delegated like that, the shipments would be safe but that was only a temporary fix. There were other areas that the Russians could attack.

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.

Antonov never returns what he bought, right? Becky gulped, panicking. "You mean my father is in Russia now?" he asked trembling. "I don't know where the fuck is he right now but obviously my painting is definitely in the wrong hands!" "I can talk to my father and ask him to return the money to, who was that again? Um, Antonov whoever it was, then we can get your painting back and everything will be just fine," she said with a slight smile on her face. James Miller's face hardened, "You don't know who Sergei Antonov is, do you? He is a first-class Russian mafia and he will never return what he bought from anyone! Because when he bought something from someone it means he wanted that thing real

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."