Dmitry's Closet Nelson, S. (best reads TXT) 📖

“So now we control the flow of guns into the city and out of the city for everyone, even North Memphis where the Hispanic gun traders had settled in and we have ten whore houses.” Anatoly didn’t see the problem, but would follow his father’s lead.

“Do I look like a fucking pimp to you? It’s not my style. My mother was whore. She died in my arms on the steps of our home because of a John that both me and my brother knew well. It’s not pretty business,and it’s not business that has a great return. Munitions on the other hand, we have a lock on.”

“So what do we do about your brother’s ambitious new businesses?”

Dmitry looked his son in the face and smiled. “Burn it to ground. It’s a matter of survival and none of our council has agreed to this new business of his.”

“I can see it. You’re on the verge of a war with him.”

“The verge? My boy, we are battling every day. The biggest battle has just not begun yet.”

“Are you going to kill him?”

“I don’t know. I don’t want to, but I fear that if he continues, as much as I love him, I will.”

“You should have me do it.” Anatoly said eagerly.

“You do not have your stars yet,” Dmitry said absently. He could see that just the mention of that fact defeated Anatoly.

“It is not for lack of trying.”

“You have proven yourself. Give me until the next meeting of the high council, and it will be done.” Dmitry reached out and tapped his son’s knee. “Now, I am going to hit mygym. Class is over. You get some rest.”

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It was mid-morning when Dmitry opened the door oftheir bedroom carrying a large silver tray with a bowl of chicken noodle soup, a glass of orange juice and a flower. The sun beamed into the room and onto the bed where Royal was curled up under the comforter.

She had dosed off to sleep again, completely drained from her constant coughing and the strong drugs the doctor had given her, but she quickly woke up when she heard his feet walking across the floor. She opened her eyes, looked up at him and saw small circles under his eyes. Maybe she needed to take care of him for a while.

“Are you still running fever?” he asked, setting the food down on the large nightstand beside them.

“I don’t think so,” she said, touching her own forehead. “I just feel stuffy.”

“I’m going to use remedy on you that has worked wonders for me for years.” Dmitry passed her the glass of orange juice.

“What would that be?” She stretched out her long legs and moaned.

“First you take hot shower; then you put Vick’s vapor rub on your chest.”

“Oh, I’ve done that before. Not for years, but I’ve done it.”

“We do it today,” he confirmed. “So eat your food.”

Dmitry stood up and walked into the bathroom, where she heard him turn on the jets to the shower. She grabbed the remote,flipped through her channels and suddenly realized that this was the first day in a very long time that she had been home during this hour.

It was quite odd to her, how the sun shined through the blinds so bright and forceful. It was practically begging her to get up and go to work. It was also such a shame to wastea brilliant day of sunlight, even if it was freezing outside. But Dmitry would never let her go. He might, in fact, keep her longer if she pushed him. She huffed at the thought.

Submitting to his relentless will, she grabbed her bowl and spoon and ate just enough of the soup to make her throat feel better,then pulled herself out of bed. Shedding out of her heavy University of Memphis pullover and jogging pants, she walked into the bathroom in her panties and bra, where she found Dmitry leaning over the sink shaving.

He looked over at her through the mirror and then mo-tioned for her to get into the water.

“Breathe in fog once you’re in there,” he said as he tapped his razor against the porcelain bowl. “It will open up your passages.”

Running his razor through the stream of water coming out of the faucet, he lifted his neck and let the long four-pronged blade gently glide the length of his lower chin and neck.

Royal took off her panties and bra and placed it in the wicker hamper, and then opened the large, smoked glass door to the box-like glass shower room where water shot from the many jets shotstraight into her from every direction. Taking deep breaths as Dmitry instructed, she grabbed a bottle of tea-tree shampoo and washed her hair. The steam enclosed the room, hiding her from Dmitry’s view, and the hot water soothed her aching body and her congested chest.

Now cleanly shaven, Dmitry opened the door and dropped his towel. Entering into the shower room, he grabbed the soap and walked up beside her. Running his hands over the knobs, he adjusted his jets to his own temperature and pressure.

Royal eyed him while she rinsed her hair. His large frame towered over her, and even with his wall-like back turned away from her, she could see his magnificent sculpting from every angle. She tilted her head a little to get a better view, but he turned enough to catch her peeking. Rinsing the soap from his face, he pulled her over to him and stood in front of her, hiding her from view.

“You’re supposed to be sick” he said smiling.

He knew Royal’s devilish look. The cascade of water ran over his body, flattened his normally curly hair. She watched as the water glistened on his wet skin. Instinctively, she ran her hand down the front of his marble chest.

“Then make me feel better,” she whispered, moving in closer to his body.

Dmitry ran his hands through her soapy hair and pulled her in front of jets to rinse