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seemed to enjoy doing something other than taking orders from her anally-retentive boyfriend.

Today, she planned on shopping. Dmitry had given her the American Express Black Card and told her to “knock herself out”. She was going to do just that. Evropeiski Mall was supposedly the superior shopping experience, and their stores would give her insight on what new things she could bring to Dmitry’s Closet. Then she would go over to Tverskaya Street, which was filled with hundreds of shops and boutiques, where she would do more shopping, and then dine at the finest restaurant that she could find. She might even buy her bodyguard something nice.

Strangely enough shopping had become a well-proven stress reliever for her. She relished in the idea of seeking out bold statements made with expensive fabrics. Accessorizing with precious gems, bold bags and beautiful shoes made her giddy with excitement and temporarily satisfied some insatiable lust for more that dwelled inside of her. It was bizarre to her that such materialistic things brought her comfort, but they did, especially when she was not receiving ample attention from Dmitry.

Rolling over on her, Dmitry nuzzled his face down in her hair and pulled her closer to him, grunting as he did so. Royal looked over and touched his face. He growled, acknowledging that she was already awake. Sparkling diamonds emerged as the slits of his eyes opened. He gave her a content smile. She turned towards him and slipped her arms around his neck.

“Morning,” she whispered.

“Good morning.” His deep baritone voice cut through the silence.

“I’m glad that you slept later than normal.”

“What time is it?” He raised up a little.

She pulled him back down. “It’s early. Don’t go yet. I miss you.”

“Umm…I miss you too.” He kissed her lips.

“Do you have plans today?”

“I have a few meetings.”

There was silence.

“When are you going to start our vacation?”

“Soon. Isn’t Davyd showing you a good time?”

“Yes, but I want you to show me a good time.”

“Name a morning that I haven’t.”

Royal laughed. “I mean outside of the bedroom.”

“Oh…I’ll be finished with all of the madness very soon.”

“What have you been doing over here?”

Dmitry eyed her curiously. “I’ve been consolidating some of my businesses.”

“How many do you have?”

“Here?”

“Period.”

“Many, love.”

“Maybe I could help you with some of your businesses if you’re having troubles, since I did an okay job with the boutique?” Her eyes were eager with anticipation.

Dmitry smiled and rubbed his hand down the side of her neck.

“Business is good, but thanks for the offer. I may take you up on that one day soon.”

“Well, I just wanted you to know that the offer is always there, especially since I’m about to spend up all your money today with your little black card.”

Dmitry smirked. “Spend as much as you like. It won’t break any of my banks.” He looked at his watch and sighed. “I better get up.”

“Okay. I’m starving. Will you have breakfast with me before you leave?”

“Dah,” he said, standing up naked beside the bed and stretching. “Come take shower with me first.”

Pulling herself out of the bed, Royal followed Dmitry into the bathroom and closed the doors behind them. She felt his arms wrap around her as she did. He pulled her close to his body.

“Are you ready for that good time that we were talking about earlier?” he asked, picking her up off the ground.

She giggled. Of course, she was.

Chapter 19

Dmitry prepared to leave the building with his full entourage for his meeting. They were all in expensive black suits and dress coats, all standing tall and wide, intimidating the onlookers as they passed by quietly.

People whispered as they glided through the building. Mafia. Vory. Medlov. Men moved over to let them pass, and women looked on curiously.

Their footsteps could be heard in cadence down the long marble grand hallway, full of force and retribution for anyone who dared block their paths.

While the others relished the attention and the urgency that came with their presence, Dmitry walked confidently, never really paying attention to all of the attention that was on him. He considered the men’s eagerness and their aggressive attitudes to be an attribute of youth, therefore brushing it off.

Instead, he focused on the important meeting that would convene in less than an hour. It was imperative that everything go as well as it had the day before in New York.

The heavy snow storm had picked up and violent winds ripped through the front doors of the hotel as Dmitry passed through them. The force of the winds waved through his heavy wool black coat, through the curls of his hair, straight through his suit to his bones.

Dmitry took in a deep breath, expanding his lungs in the cold, feeling the burn through his chest. He welcomed the cold and the violent weather. It was just a friendly reminder that he was home.

His eyes sparkled like blue diamonds in the snow, the blondness of his hair and the rose embellished hue of his fair skin blended well in his native terrain. However, there was nothing more natural to him that the tech nine automatic machine gun in its holster under his coat, the knife in his pants leg or the Glock in his briefcase.

Many heads of Vory chose to travel light and let their men carry the real hardware, but Dmitry believed that leadership started with good examples. He insisted that every man with him come strapped or not come at all.

Dmitry and Anatoly were loaded in together in the middle of the caravan of Mercedes trucks. Then they all were carted off to a private summit with heads of the Vory v Zakone, unsure of what the events might have in store.

Dmitry had not shared with anyone outside of his son, the purpose of the meeting but insisted that it was most urgent.

Anatoly sat across from Dmitry, shaved, showered and suited. The change in his wardrobe had been deliberate and demanded by his father. Dmitry had come to him a few weeks