All Chapters of December's Symphony: A Mafia Trinity Novel: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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

Amy“Dimitri, stop fussing, I’m fine!” Amy shouts at her husband for tucking her blankets in around her again. She had caught the flu from a fellow musician and had been in bed all week. “Are you taking your antibiotic as prescribed? You have not gotten better at all. I should get that doctor fired.” He muttered under his breath and Amy shook her head. “Dimitri!” she croaks out, and he frowned at her. “I may fuss over my wife. Especially when the medication her doctor administered does not work!” He says firmly as he gets up and reaches for his phone. “I’ll call the doctor.”Amy jumps out of bed and immediately regretted it. She saw spots of white and stumbled forward. Dimitri rushes over to her and caught her, holding her against his bare chest. “You are still weak and need to eat, moye solntse. Even if you are not hungry.” He says as he lays her down and she

Amy breathes in the freshly brewed coffee smell of Arianna’s and beams. This was her home, the home she came to love. She glances over at the servers and noticed she did not recognize them at all. She frowns as she wanders over to the counter and asks one server for Arianna. They said she would be out shortly. She skims the diner and her eyes settled on a familiar family, although the little girl was not so little anymore. Isabella Ricci saw her first, suddenly her eyes lit up. “AMY!” she exclaimed and dashed over to her, arms outstretched. Amy wrapped her in a big hug. “Bella!” Eve ran after her daughter, but then made eye contact with Amy and her expression softened. “Amy-Lou,” Eve sighed and joined in the hug. “I missed you guys,” Amy murmured in Italian. The language had come back to her as if she never stopped speaking it.“Amy?” she hears Arianna’s soft voice behind her, and she turns, setting Isabe

**WARNING' The following chapters contain scenes of a violent nature!**Amy waits for Michael to give her the all-clear before she could enter her home. Today had been emotionally draining for her. All she needed right now was a hot bath and her bed. Striding straight towards her room, she runs herself a hot bath and collects her bath towel and robe. She was still ignoring Dimitri’s calls and had not kept true to their every 2-hour promise. Her husband had a lot of explaining to do if she had misread the signs. Giving an exasperated sigh and sliding under the water, she put him out of her mind and closed her eyes.Insistent knocking could be heard on the bathroom door a few moments later and Amy shot out from under the water. “Yes?” she shouts, annoyance clear in her voice. “Apologies, ma’am,” It was Michael, “But I have Mr Baranov on the line, and he would very much like to speak with you.” He finished i

Six mob leaders from all over Russia entered the Baranov Mansion in Moscow. Coupled with their personal security and the whores he had to provide them with, the tension could be cut with a knife. Dimitri scans the room in disgust and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. These were the individuals he had to persuade he could lead. His father stripped them of all their titles during his reign, and they had taken it back slowly. All while Viktor Baranov decided to take over a city that was Famiglia territory. “Ah, the young Pakhan of New York.” Came the voice of Goran Abramov, Pakhan of St. Petersburg. He had never seen eye to eye with Viktor, and Dimitri knew he was dying to take his place. Dimitri scoffs at him, “I may be young, but we both know I have slain more, Goran.” He says, then turns to walk away.He did not want to anger anyone here tonight. So before things escalated, he cleared his throat and called for everyone’s attention. &