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

report of the bids, the Medlov family was short a guest by the end of the night.

He had never expected them to show but was glad that they did. He had unfinished business with Dmitry and would use the opportunity to end their war one way or another.

Dmitry had slaughtered his friend, Ivan, three years ago. It had been a bloody, brutal battle in the streets of Memphis and at the Medlov compound.

His only regret, the thing that haunted him nightly, was the rape and murder of a young woman who was an innocent.

The pictures of her under surveillance were burned into his mind forever.

Royal was a beautiful black woman with promise and compassion. Plus, the most horrible of the reports on her death was that she was with child. A double sin. Her end was undeserved, but it was Dmitry who had helped them all bring her to it.

Dorian thought because of his own involvement, God would have been angry with him and punished him with death or at least poverty. But he had prospered beyond belief after the bombings, all without Dmitry knowing or pursuing him.

However, the fact that Dmitry had shown up at the bid last night meant that he was back. The rumors of his retirement had to have been false. And with a man as powerful as Dmitry Medlov calling the shots through his son and revenge still on his brain for his dead fiancé and child, there would be little to no refuge for him now.

"Find out where the boy is going," Dorian ordered the woman. "Find out where he lives, where Dmitry lives and how to get close to him. Then report back to me. I'll go there myself."

"Yes, sir," the tall blonde said, getting up from the desk to leave her boss alone to think and plan.

The Medlov bid had come in 30% higher than everyone elses'. That was their typical style. Anything that they wanted, they got.

This shipment was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and it had to be handled with the utmost care. His clients would never turn down the lucrative Medlov offer; he was certain of it.

But he was responsible for the handling of the bids, the logistical transfer of goods and money and the final meeting for payment, which meant that he and Dmitry would have to come in contact with each other at some point. The tide would surely turn then for both of them once Boss Medlov realized who he was dealing with regardless of its lucrative nature.

Dorian considered the Intel a leg up in the situation. If he could find out everything before Dmitry knew anything at all, he could make the deal for his clients and wipe out his nemesis all at the same time.

The word on Anatoly was that he was Dmitry's son. He had no quarrels with him and therefore planned to leave him unharmed. He would come out of this the most powerful gunner runner in the world and one family member short. No one would ever know who had done it. And his revenge for both his friend, Ivan, and his need to be rid of his most dangerous enemy would be over.

Chapter 12

Midmorning came and went and Royal and Dmitry were still holed up in their bedroom. Brigitte had knocked early that morning with breakfast for the pair and found the Medlov's were occupied. The word through the grapevine in the house was that they had rekindled their love naked in the rain and mud by the lake after a brief shoot out on the second floor in the family quarters.

Evidently one of the lawn workers, who lived in the quarters behind the house, had seen them rolling around on the ground screwing like wild animals. It had also been confirmed by the workers that Dmitry was hung like a horse. Brigitte smiled to herself. So was Anatoly for that matter. It must haven been a family trait.

"We should probably get up," Royal said, raising her head off of Dmitry's chest. Their bodies were sweaty and exhausted from hours of love making.

"I'm starving," Dmitry said, picking her up and pulling her closer to him. "What do you want to eat? I call chef."

"I don't know," she yawned and stretched. "Eggs, bacon, pancakes with strawberries, orange juice, grits and a side of honey butter."

"Shit," Dmitry scoffed. "I need paper to write all that down."

"Well, it's been a long night," she explained.

"I think I pulled my hamstring," Dmitry grabbed his leg.

"Yeah, well, I'm certain I pulled my back. Try having a 300-pound man pummel you from behind sometimes."

"No, thank you," he smiled. Dmitry tapped her exposed backside and pulled himself from her body. "I could still go another round," he said, standing on the side of the bed stretching.

"Later," Royal smiled. "Right now, I want to see Anya."

"I texted Davyd earlier. He said that she was still sleeping. Last night was very scary for her."

"I know," Royal stopped smiling. "We owe her an explanation. She probably thinks that I'm crazy, Dmitry."

"Nonsense. Anya loves you. She knows that you would never do anything to harm her. If it makes you feel better, we give her a talking to together when she wakes up. Maybe make up with her with the borscht she likes for papa to cook? I do it myself after shower. Make big meal."

"That sounds good, but I still want breakfast."

"I know. I know. I get you breakfast. You get all the energy you can, because we do this all again this evening."

"Maybe we can leave out the cocaine and guns this time around."

"Hey, it spiced it up a little," he joked with her.

There was a hard knock on the door. Everyone knew not to bother them. Who could be that insolent?

Royal covered up while Dmitry walked