Dmitry's Royal Flush: Rise of the Queen Nelson, S. (best finance books of all time TXT) 📖

"Alright," Anatoly said, jumping out of bed naked.

Dmitry closed and locked the door behind him.

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After a quick shower and a change of clothes, Dmitry made his way to his study where Anatoly sat waiting for him and drinking a glass of Royal's homemade iced tea.

With a grin, Dmitry walked in and closed the doors behind him, eyeing his son curiously for an explanation of what he was doing in bed with the maid.

The sun had finally come out and shined brightly through the study's large bay windows giving a breathtaking view of the landscape.

Unable to help himself, he stopped and looked out the window, marveling at Gods work and the peace of his existence. There was always calm before the storm. son.

Finally taking a seat Dmitry shuffled through his papers then looked up and clasped his hands together.

"I would tell you to tell me everything, but I'm afraid that I don't want to know all the details, I just want to know why," he finally said as Anatoly leaned closer in his seat to the desk.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Anatoly raised a brow. His eyes sparkled. "She's like summertime."

Dmitry was taken aback by his sons answer but nodded. "Da Da, she is beautiful, but she's also Royal's pet. If she found out that you were sleeping with her maid, she might fire Brigitte just to keep her away from you. Then, I would be the He looked over at his

behind his credenza, only one who benefits, since she made me double your girlfriends salary a few weeks ago."

"I'm not such a bad guy, and it's not like I'm raping someone." Anatoly bit his lip when he realized how the statement affected his father. "I didn't mean… "

"No, I know you didn't," Dmitry assured him, but his face was still frowned.

"She and I literally ran into each other in my room when she was cleaning it. I burst through the doors of the bathroom and knocked her down… all I had on was my towel. I couldn't help myself. I had to kiss her."

"And then you felt compelled to do what? Start having sex with her?"

"That came later," Anatoly scoffed. "She's not that easy."

"I thought you smarter than that," Dmitry said sitting back. "To get so close to someone who works for you. You saw what happened between me and Royal. You saw what it cost her. That's why she has all these crazy rules about no one being able to date as long as they work here."

"I have no intention of marrying Brigitte. We both just like each other."

"It always happens that way. Always with the intention of not doing more, but you do end up doing more, Anatoly."

"So, I can't even have a lover, now?"

"Yes, but it shouldn't be your maid or more importantly your psychotic step mothers maid," he pleaded.

"You said it. I didn't."

"What if I had been Royal? Do you realize ramifications of your actions? She would have flipped."

"Everything is not about your precious Royal," Anatoly huffed.

"I won't argue with you about that, but heed my warning, if Royal finds out, if you are not extremely careful, there will be hell to pay," Dmitry laughed. "I wish that you could have seen your face. You were as scared as schoolgirl."

"Well, I did think that it was Royal," Anatoly grinned.

"Then stop rushing long enough to lock door next time. You young kids screw like rabbits. Take things slow. Make her happy first, eh."

"I'll remember that, Casanova."

Dmitry smiled softly and sat back in his chair. His eyes narrowed in on his son. Rubbing his hands together, he sighed. "So, lay it out, Anatoly. Why should I come back, even if it is for just little while? You see that I have both of my hands full here." His smile disappeared. The lines at the sides of his eyes showed more and his age was suddenly apparent.

"Papa, this is an opportunity unlike any other," Anatoly said, changing gears.

"I've said that about each and every opportunity that has come my way."

Anatoly sighed. "This is unlike anything that well ever be offered again."

"How so?"

"Disgruntled Soviet Spetsnaz with 200,000 AK74 military grade weapons ready to sale in three weeks to the highest bidder along with ammunition and tactical gear."

"200,000? Impossible."

"I thought so, too. But it's the truth. They released photos and video of goods, but of course, they kept location to themselves. They are having meeting of minds tomorrow on Bardzeckis yacht right outside of Sochi."

"Why Sochi?" Dmitry immediately thought of the bridges that he had burned permanently there.

"The liaison who is facilitating the sale is coordinating this via Bardzecki, who is not a bidder but gets large fee to get us all together tomorrow. It's only open to established Russian organizations and bosses. The Spetsnaz won't sell to anyone else, which is why only mostly Vor were contacted."

"Why not Kerch? I have good contacts and good relationships in Kerch."

"Papa, they specifically said Sochi—no other cities."

Dmitry thought for a minute. "I don't like it."

"The council said that you wouldn't, that you would pass. But I know that this is good deal, and I need you to have faith in me. Once I do this deal, I have no more limitations."

"Where are you going to get the capital to pay for this?"

"I have it."

"So, why do you need me?"

"Because they said that only established Vory are allowed. I'm not credible yet in those circles."

"Nonsense. You are my son, you are boss… "

"I am not even 30 years old, papa. They don't take me seriously when it comes to moving this type of product, but they will if you come with me."

"Have you even considered that this could be a set up? If not,