Dmitry's Closet by Nelson, S. (read people like a book .txt) 📕

certain that if she tried, she could dig far enough to get him what he wanted.

Plus, Agosto found Royal incredibly attractive. Al-though he was a married man, he was still a man. He knew what he saw in the tub - a fresh, ripe woman vulnerable and beautiful.

If he didn’t have control, he would have kissed her right then– made her feel what it was like to be truly protected. But he did have control, a wife and a strong desire to keep his job. Instead, he smiled at her and whispered, “Get me the code,” as he slipped his business card in the back pocket of her jeans. His finger trailed on the denim.

Just then, Dmitry’s attorney barged into the room waving papers and giving directives. The mood instantly changed. Agosto’s magical hold on her was broken, and she was suddenly reminded of who waited for her outside of the door. Slovinky demanded in a high-pitched voice that Agosto move away from his client. In a theatric movement, he stood in front of her and wedged his way between the frantic woman and the cop.

Within minutes, Royal was released and followed her balding, frail Jewish lawyer as he and his team led her to Dmitry, who waited eagerly to have his fiancée back.

Keeping his distance, Agosto trailed behind them in a slow-paced walk as they darted down the hall. He wanted to keep his eye on Royal, wanted her to know that he was not afraid of them – not afraid to come after her.

“Are you alright?” Dmitry asked, standing as Royal approached.

“I’m fine,” she pulled away from Dmitry’s grasp and looked back at Agosto. He smiled as she did, grateful that she would even acknowledge him at all.

The two men made eye contact, but Dmitry was too proud to show his true vulnerability, especially in front of his future wife. He scowled at Agosto.

“Handle him, Slovinky,” Dmitry ordered putting a fur coat over Royal’s shoulders. “His presence irritates me.”

“This isa fucking detention center. It’s sort of his turf,” she bit out, walking off from both he and the lawyer.

Dmitry sighed and followed with his lawyers in tow.

Chapter 24

The ride home from the FBI Detention Center was quiet for both Royal and Dmitry. Just like five hours before, the driver pulled into the front driveway of their home and let them out. Only this time they both were very somber.

Anatoly was waiting for them at the door, sitting on the porch clipping his nails while his men patrolled the perimeter. Royal walked up the stairs of the porch behind Dmitry but did not speak. She simply brushed past Anatoly when the door opened and ran upstairs. Dmitry watched her until she was out of his sight, and then followed his son into the study.

“Did you call the council?” Dmitry asked, exhausted.

“Dah. Каждое приходит.”

“Make sure everyone is there, especially Max and Nico-lai.”

“Is it true?”

“Yes it’s true.”

The men went inside to talk, but Dmitry did not want to be long. He had a feeling that Royal was on the verge of breaking. She would not tell him what Agosto had said to her in the room, or from what his lawyer had said to him, why Agostowas so close to her. Instead, she stared out the window and wiped her teary eyes the entire ride.

“I’ve taken care of everything that you’ve asked.” Anatoly sat in the chair opposite of his father’s desk and crossed his hands. “So, what now?”

“We wait.” Dmitry sat down in his chair.

“Is Royal alright?”

It was odd to Dmitry that Anatoly would even ask about her. He never did. He must have seen it too. Dmitry rubbed his temples and tried to control the anger boiling in his chest.

“No. They burst into the bathroom with her naked pointing their guns and pulled her out.”

“Naked?”

“No, but the whole time all I could think about was the fact that they were up there with her naked. Did they even give her enough privacy to get dressed or did they stare at her?” He paused in fury.

“Relax, father. I’m sure that they did not.” Anatoly tried to calm him. “You know what I find amazing?”

“What?”

“Your brother is plotting to kill you; you face many charges that could have you caged in a jail for life like rat; the council is at each other’s throats; we’re about to enter into a blood bath, and you are concerned about who has seen the woman upstairs naked.”

Dmitry looked over at Anatoly and frowned.

“I don’t see problem with this,” Dmitry said softly. “If it were not for the woman upstairs, I would have already pulled the knife planted firmly in back out and gutted my brother, Max and Nicolai along with anyone else who I thought was a threat to me.”

“Well now, I don’t see a problem with that.”

They both smiled at each other. Dmitry sat back and sighed, releasing a little pressure.

∞♥∞

After talking to his father, Anatoly left the house quickly, and Dmitry headed upstairs to Royal. As he walked down the corridor to his bedroom, a strange nervousness overtook him, like when he was schoolboy. He frowned at the thought. Had this woman taken possession over him so that he was actually nervous? Such a thing had never happened in all of his adult life.

He walked into the bedroom to find her wildly packing her things. She was trying to leave. She was still crying, but now she was stuffing her Louis Vuitton bags to the brim with clothes. Dmitry instantly noticed that she had taken the engagementring off and placed it on the night stand.

He walked over and picked up the ring, while she stumped around him, cutting her eyes at him every few minutes.

“Why is this off your hand?” he asked, sitting down on her side of the bed. He smoothed the sheets under his palm.

“Because I accepted it under false pretenses,” she snapped, throwing more clothes on the bed.

“I don’t think that you did.”

Royal stopped. Her eyes were