Amy
Amy opens her eyes and struggles to focus her eyesight. Alexei was standing by the bed and she immediately thought that was odd; Dimitri would never allow him to stand by her bed. “Alexei?” she calls faintly, her throat parched. Alexei heads over to her, a look of concern in his eyes. “Amaranthe,” he calls out and flies to her, placing a palm lightly on her shoulder. She frowns at his reaction, then she glances around the room and froze.
She was not in the penthouse; this was a hospital room. Sitting up in bed, she gestures to Alexei for a glass of water and inhales it completely while searching around the room. “What happened, Alexei?” she eventually asks as he takes the glass from her. He steps over to her bedside and leans down, “It seems you had a massive anxiety attack, Amaranthe. You’ve been here since yesterday evening.” He explained to her, and the image came back of her clasping her che
AmyYou could cut the tension inside the SUV with a knife.She knew Dimitri was itching to talk but she kept her distance. Finally, they arrived at the Baranov’s country estate. Dimitri walked around to open the door for her as he usually does. Linking their arms, they walked towards the mansion. He could not keep his eyes off her as Anya had predicted. Although she loved the look he gave her, she vowed never to feel his intimate touch again.Lizabeta spotted the two of them first. Amy could not help but smile when the older lady walked towards them. “Amaranthe!” she cried out and wrapped her daughter-in-law in a tight embrace. She glanced up to her son and glared at him. “Dimitri.” She greeted him with a tight smile as he placed a kiss on her cheek. Lizabeta turned to Amy. “How are you feeling, dear? Anya said you were as white as a sheet when she went to visit you.” Amy looked at her in surprise. She h
DimitriDimitri stared at Sergei as he made out with yet another one of the socialites and shook his head. Sergei caught his eye and smirked, “What? The future Pakhan too whipped to have some fun?” he laughs and gestures to one of the socialites to go over to Dimitri, but he gave them a cold look and shook his head. “Leave, both of you.” He hissed out while nodding towards the hall, and watched the two blondes scurry away. Then he spun and scowled at Sergei, “You need to get your shit together, Sergei.” He tells his best friend and right hand while handing him a cigar. “One day Anya will catch you with one of your whores and slit your throat.”Sergei laughs and takes the cigar from him, “Even if she found out about them, what does she care? She has the money and status she’s always wanted.” He says and Dimitri shakes his head, slapping the latter’s shoulder, “Anya had all tho
There is a war brewing.Our territory was breached, and we had a traitor in our midst. Father called for a meeting this morning, and I’ve been itching to sink my knives into Outfit scum since I saw the pain in my Amaranthe’s eyes. They had no idea who they have gone up against. The New York Bratva have been laying low for over 20 years, but I think it’s time we go back to our Russian roots. No more playing nice. I arrive early and walk into what was left of the country home’s hall, asking Lev and Boris to check the perimeter. I spot my father pacing the floor and mumbling to himself, this could never be a good sign. Approaching him cautiously, I call out. “Papa?” and his head and arm whip up towards me and I notice he’s holding his Beretta. I put my hands up in surrender, “Uspokoysya, Papa, it’s me. What’s going on?” I ask him to calm down while walking towards him and intending to take the gun a
The doctor discharged Amy a day later. She had one broken rib, a few bruised ones, and a sprained wrist. No vital organs were damaged in the fall. Anya’s pregnancy was also revealed to an overjoyed Sergei, but she was put on bed rest and told not to overexert herself. Lizabeta was nowhere to be found. Viktor had torn the country house down to look for his wife, and they concluded that Lizabeta had been taken by The Outfit as revenge.They arrived at the penthouse and Amy could not help but conceive this as home. She looked up at Dimitri and smiled; he had admitted that he was in love with her. Wrapping her arms around her husband, she sighed. They stayed in comfortable silence as they retreated into their bedroom, with Amy stealing casual glances at her husband. He was the calm Dimitri she loved, but there was something hidden behind his smile. “You need rest, moye solntse.” He murmured as he kissed her cheek and carried her over to the bed, tucking
DimitriDimitri plays with his Karambit knife with a look of resignation on his face. He never thought Amaranthe would feel this way about him, and so intensely. But alas, he needed to push his wife out of his thoughts in order to fulfill this mission. Sergei spots the look in his eyes and nods, “I know. Duty calls for retribution.” He says with understanding and Dimitri nods.Duty calls for retribution. The Outfit would regret the day they decided to take on the Baranov Bratva. Snapping into his Brigadier role, he starts barking orders, “Sergei you and your five soldiers will hit their underboss in Lincoln Park. Leave no survivors.” Sergei nods as Dimitri explains the plan further. They would not go in guns blazing, this would be carefully planned on the way into Chicago. Dominik left trails after dealing with The Outfit’s Capo, even how to overthrow the bastard. Seems like his uncle was planning to take them down after b
AmyAmy stretched her arm out and feels the vacant spot beside her. Was last night all in her head? She feels the dull ache in her nether regions and knew it could not have been a dream. Then where was Dimitri? She lifted the covers off her body and her eyes fell on the crimson stains on Dimitri’s side of the bed. She knew he needed a doctor, but he would refuse to go.She put on her nightgown and headed downstairs to get some breakfast. As she reached the bottom, she was about to round the corner to Dimitri’s study when she heard his voice emanating inside. He sounded furious as he cursed in Russian. Taking a wary step back, she heads over to the coffeemaker and poured herself a cup of the already brewed coffee. Amy did not know what to expect from her husband when he would step out of his study. Would he be the silent Brigadier who had just come back from war? Or would he be her kind Dimitri who called her his sunshine? She was terrified
8 pm and Amy drags herself into the penthouse elevator. Today had been her first day at the Philharmonic and it was amazing. She enjoyed being surrounded by people who loved music as much as she did, and she left feeling full and inspired but also exhausted.The elevator arrived at the penthouse and Amy stepped into darkness. “What the hell?” she exclaimed as she walked out but Alexei pulled her back, “Stay behind,” he hissed to her and she complied. With her eyes adjusting to the dark, she noticed a body laying on the floor in the kitchen. Stifling a scream, she pulled Alexei’s arm before he could walk away and nudged towards the body. He nods and starts retreating backward. “I need to take you back to the car,” he said to her and she gripped him tighter when suddenly she got pulled out of the elevator, a hand covered her mouth as her scream was muffled. The body did not feel familiar at all, and she felt a knife against her throat,
AmyShe feels Dimitri stir next to her, then gets out of bed. Tossing and turning all night, Amy had not been able to sleep at all after they were intimate, but he fell asleep almost immediately as if his dreams did not bother him.She watched him as he walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and stared at nothing, running his fingers through his long hair as if he was deep in thought. His long hair would probably need to be trimmed soon as it reached past his shoulder blades. He turned around to look at her ‘sleeping’ frame, then headed to his walk-in. She got out of bed and walked over to him, his back was facing her while he put on his jockeys and black suit pants. Walking towards him, she slipped her arms around his waist, laying her head on his back.“Did I wake you?” he asks quietly, and she lightly shakes her head. “I couldn’t sleep,” She inhaled his Armani scent again and held him closer to h
I watch as Anastasiya walks away from me, and I feel my heart break even more. Deciding to reveal my secret to her had proved futile because she told me exactly what I feared she would. She took Ayden’s side, which is exactly what I would have done if Damon’s fiancee had to do this to him. I was Anastasiya’s best friend, but Ayden was her brother. There was no way I could make her choose between us. Sighing, I turn around and decide to head towards the exit. I do not think I could get through this day. Ana had told me to come clean to Ayden, but he would surely kill me and Matteo. Why did he have to kiss me?! How could I have been so stupid! I walk down the corridors and spot a familiar figure heading my way and froze. Ayden was walking with another girl with long blonde curls. She was an older girl from New Orleans and belonged to the Benedetti family, a Mafia Princess if there ever was one. Poised and proper. I slipped into the classroom next to my
Killian was sitting opposite me, trying to convince me to change my mind.“Please reconsider, Anastasiya. I am sure we can make this work.” He said as we’re sitting in St Leonard’s cafeteria. I had decided to take my father up on his offer of choosing someone of my own free will. Killian and I would never work, not after finding out about his man whore ways.“I’m sorry, Killian, but I have seen and heard things about you. We would never work out, not with your wandering eye and cheating ways.” I tell him and stand up from the cafeteria table, “You’re free now to fuck around with whoever you want to, just not with me.” Then I turn to leave.The last thing I needed was to be disrespected by a boy in a lower tier than my Bratva line.I started adopting more of my brother’s attitude and confidence over the last few days. Seeing how people respected him when he walked into a room made me realize
We have just left the hospital after seeing my mother. Her MRI showed nothing serious was wrong, but the blow to her head heavily concussed her. I have to admit that seeing her pale and bleeding had scared me half to death. My mother had always been a fighter, she was the toughest woman I knew and worthy of the title of Bratva Queen. She was quiet when she needed to be and fiercely protective of those she loved.Which was why I understood her decision to not tell me about Dakota and Matteo.After I met her on the stairs, I realized that I had forgotten my phone on the counter downstairs. I got the end tail of her conversation with a man I trusted above anyone.“It wasn’t supposed to happen, Ama. I think of Ayden as my brother as well. I would never do anything reckless to hurt him-”“But you have, Matteo. You betrayed him today by kissing Dakota.”My heart stopped at that moment. What had I just walke
It was as if everything was moving in slow motion as I entered the kitchen.Amaranthe turned too quickly and bumped her abdomen on the side of the breakfast nook, then she faltered backwards and started to fall. I ran to catch her, but I was too late… She hit her head on the opposite counter before I could reach her.And she hit it hard.“Alexei!” I scream for her bodyguard, who was nowhere in sight. I told him to be with her at all times, she was too weak to do things on her own now. Amaranthe was always giving him the slip, adamant she could do things on her own.Always trying to hide her weakness away from me, but she didn’t know that I could see right through her.I cradle her in my arms, cradling the back of her head… then I smell it - blood.“ALEXEI! LEV!” I cry out loudly again, feeling completely unhinged now. She knocked her head so hard that she was bleeding, who knows the damage she has
AmarantheSimple things have become more difficult for me to do.Showering takes longer now and I am out of breath by the time I am done washing my hair. Even brushing my hair takes everything out of me.I dare not tell Dimitri how bad the recent cancer treatment has got me, he would surely strangle the newest doctor. Or keep me home.I remember the time I left Dr. Martin’s after she told me it was not cancer they discovered in my mammogram. I felt elated that after a few treatments the growths would have been all but gone and I could move on with my life. But fate did not mean it to be. After Dr Martin removed the growths, the cancer cells spread sporadically; it was as if the growth prevented the cancer cells from growing.I have not heard from Dr. Martin since the cancer was first discovered; I think Dimitri had her killed, but I dare not ask him.I look at myself as I stand naked in my walk-in and sigh. After my do
I watched as Francesco pulled up in his Maybach with two of his bodyguards, and the first thing I noticed was that he had no entourage along with him.Was this his way of showing that he meant me no harm?Even so, this bothered me. Why would he need to show me this?I input my thumbprint on the pad in my phone and the gate opened. Thereafter my men collected their guns and walked them through to my office.I do not know how to handle this. What do I do if I discover my family might be in more danger than I originally anticipated? Amaranthe is too weak to go into hiding by herself.Francesco saunters into my office and glances towards my desk with a disturbed look on his face. His bodyguards follow suit and stand behind him.“Dimitri,” he greets me with a nod and I return the gesture.“Glad you could be here, Francesco,”There was no point in being an asshole right now. If there was something he needed to
Ayden is sitting opposite me, waiting for my next move. He does not yet know that most of the work of a Pakhan is done without the use of his fists. This is the reason we have enforcers. The negotiations my father has done throughout the years and what I have achieved after he died, were all done through our enforcers or via meetings with leaders.This is why I’m currently staring at Francesco’s number.I press dial, willing my anger to come to the forefront, and Francesco answers on the fourth ring.“Bratva Bishop! To what do I owe this surprising call?” He answers in a mock surprised tone, causing me to grate my teeth.“What happened to the Bratva and Cartel keeping out of the other’s way, Francesco? I thought we had a, how did you call it, unwritten rule?” I reply, echoing his sentiment from years ago. Before Sergei’s brother’s deed, we had kept out of the other’s way.I hear him chuckl
There seemed to be another war brewing, and this time it was between Bratva and Cartel members.I looked down at my most trusted man. The man I had trusted with my children, with my wife and with my own life - only to find out he had done the most despicable thing I could ever have imagined,And all under my own roof.Kiara did not need to say more I understood clearly; now I am in the basement where my fists were meeting his jaw repeatedly; the last blow dislocating it completely.“‘Mitri!” Came the voice of Sergei, my brother for all intents and purposes, “Keep him alive, I need to get a few blows in as well.”I know Sergei was itching to get his hands into Boris, but this was my blood debt to take. He violated Kiara while I trusted him inside my home.Looking over at Sergei, I shake my head, “I failed you, brother. I trusted the wrong man to protect your daughter with and now he has taken something from
Dakota Dereon - 16 Years OldThey say the life of a Dereon will always be privileged.Elizabeth and August Dereon are my parents, known as the CEO Power Couple, they instantly tripled everything they touched in profits. My older brother, Damon, was set to follow in their footsteps, while I was to become a Bratva wife.The prospect of being married to anyone in the Bratva would make any woman shiver right down to their bones. Especially if that person was the son of The Bratva Bishop, Dimitri Baranov.But not me.Ayden and I have been close since we were young, we were inseparable, and now our parents have fated us to be married. It was perfect.Until Matteo had to ruin it.It was the evening of my Sweet 16, Ayden had snuck some of his father’s Vodka into the punch bowl, and our parents being exceptionally trusting had kept us unsupervised. An hour later, and everyone was drunk. Ayden had passed out on my bed whe