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

wide and wild. “Do you know what I found out today? The man that I was going to marry is murderer, pimp, mafia…psycho.” She started to pack again, violently pulling one of the bags to the bedroom door.

Dmitry watched her as she struggled with the bag.

“I’m not a pimp.” His voice was low and calm. He lacked defense.

“Then explain those poor, starving girls.”

“They are Ivan’s. He’s trying to set me up.”

“Oh, well that explains everything,” she said sarcastically. “And the dead woman with her throat slit? I suppose that she was just part of the set up too?”

He was silent. Agosto had said too much.

“And the dead woman?” she asked again. That was the one thing that she hadn’t necessarily believed – the only thing. It was far too gruesome to be real. It had been the worst of all the allegations.

She turned around petrified and looked at him. He was still sitting with the ring in his hand looking completely unmoved by the murder of an innocent woman. Yet, there was arrogance about him now that indicated that he had done it but that there was a reason behind it.

“Did you do it?” she asked in a near whisper.

“The question should be why…why did I do it?”

She dropped the bag and put her hands over her mouth.

“He said that I would end up like her. Her name was Ari Medlov, you fucking bastard!She was cut from ear to ear. How could you cut her throat like that? What kind of monster are you really?” Tears ran down her cheeks.

“If you would just let me explain.”

“What kind of a man kills a woman? You’re such a hypocrite. Always acting like you’re above it all, when you’re right in the thick of it.”

“That was a long time ago.”

“But you did kill her?”

“Yes, I killed her. But the why…”

“Then there is no why! She was a woman, not a man!” she exclaimed. “And you killed her. Now, I’m supposed to just forget it? Ignore it? Have you lost your rabid-ass mind!”

Dmitry walked towards her,but she screamed and darted out of the room. With no shoes on, she ran down the hallway on the marble floors as fast as she could, away from the bedroom. She looked back to see Dmitry come running out of the room behind her.

She screamed again as she made her way to the stairwell. Her heart pounded as she skipped every other step, trying quickly to keep Dmitry from closing the gap with his long stride. She nearly fell at the bottom of the stairwell. Feeling for her keys in her jeans, she headed towards the kitchen. If she could get to the garage, she could get off the property, even if she had to plow down the fence and the bodyguards.

“Someone help me!” she screamed.

She ran through the foyer to the kitchen and could hear Dmitry gaining on her. Suddenly, she felt his arms reach out for her and pull her down. She hit the floor fast, missing a face-on collision with the marble only because instinctively her hands slapped the ground first. She turned around and started to kick him as hard as she could.

“Calm down, Royal,” Dmitry ordered, trying to get her to stop screaming.

“Get off of me,” she screamed. “I hate you!”

She managed to squirm away from him and jump up. She grabbed a knife off the island bar and pointed at him. Her long hair was now down and flowing freely. Her shirt was torn and her hands shaking.

“Stay away from me, Dmitry,” she screamed, taking a jab at him.

“Royal, what the fuck?” Dmitry’s eyes were fixed on the knife. “Put that thing away.” His voice was still calm and quiet. His continued sensibility frightened Royal even more.

“I won’t let you kill me!” She was frantic.

“What? I would never harm you.” He raised his hands so that she could see. “Look, baby. No guns, no knives. Just me.”

“I saw what you did to her,” she said crying. “Why?”

“Because the bitch was trying to kill me. She was a ruthless killer. She wasn’t like you,” he explained.

“You’re a liar!” she backed away from him. “Stay away from me, Dmitry.” She held the knife sturdy. “I’m warning you. I’m getting out of this place right now, and you’re not going to stop me!”

Dmitry looked at the garage door. “I can’t let you leave, Royal. It’s not safe.”

“For who? You?”

“No, for you.”

“Bullshit! I don’t believe you. I don’t believe anything that you say.” She shook her head and looked over at the door. How she wanted to just get away.

Dmitry walked closer to her. “I would never hurt you. You have to know that.”

The bodyguards heard the commotion and entered the kitchen behind Dmitry. They were astonished to find Royal wielding a knife at their boss. They looked on confused. Dmitry shook his head at them and waved them off.

“Leave,” he said firmly. “Now!”

They walked out slowly looking both at Royal and each other. Once they had gone, Dmitry walked closer to her. She kept the knife pointed at him, backing herself into a corner like a scared animal, desperate to defend herself.

Dmitry stretched his arm out to her and opened his hand. In it was Royal’s ring.

“I’m the same man that gave you this ring. Please don’t let them tear us apart,” he pleaded. “Baby, listen to me. Listen. You’re all that I have. I can’t lose you. I can’t live without you.”

“The man that gave me this ring is a monster,” she said crying. She wiped her eyes. “He’s a liar! To think that I actually trusted you.”

Dmitry shook his head. It killed him to hear her say the words. The knife would only quicken his suffering. He walked all the way up to herwith his dress shirt now torn open revealing his rippled, tattooed chest.

“If you believe that I would ever harm you, go ahead. Kill me now,” he said solemnly.

Royal cried, still holding the knife as he approached. He did not realize