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

you’re doing this?” she said with tears in her eyes. “But I can’t be responsible for Ari.”

“What?” Ivan said amused.

“Ari Medlov.” She inched down the wall away from him. “It’s not my fault. Yousent her to kill Dmitry. He accidentally killed her. How did all of that become my problem? Why are you after me?”

He smiled deviously. “Don’t try to soften me up with reason and bullshit, Royal. You know why I’m here, and it’s not to hear you psychoanalyze me.”

Royal could see that he was dead set on killing her. She wiped the tears from her face. “You’re a fucking psycho. You know that? I guess it drove you crazy when you realized you’d never be half the man you brother is.”

“That’s what I’m talking about. Don’t be a pussy. Don’t cry and scream for me to please let you go. You know I won’t anyway. You can tell me if I’m half the man my brother was after I pull my dick from your ass.”

Ivan grabbed her by her hair and draggedher out of the bathroom. Kicking and screaming, she tried to bite him and punch him.

“Let go of me, you piece of shit!” She slapped him in his eye as he pushed her. Ivan absorbed the hit and pulled her sweater from her body.

“That’s it. Fight. Fight. Fight,” he said, grabbing her by her waist and carrying her to the bed. “It’s better when you fight, baby,” he whispered in her ear. “I can’t wait to taste you.” She could feel his erection as it prodded against her back. She tried to pull away.

“You rapist!” she screamed fighting back.

He threw her on the bed and dropped the gun. She tried to run, but he caught her by the ankle and pulled her back to him. She kicked him in abdomen and spit at him.

His eyes were wild. He licked hersaliva from his cheek and pulled a large knife from his side pocket. The gleam from the blade reflected in her eyes.

“We’ll get to exchanging body fluids soon enough, bitch.” Reaching back, he slapped her in the mouth.

She fell dazed onto the bed as she felt him pulling her pants off. Trying to hold on, she fought for her panties, but his large hands ripped them away from her skin.

“Dmitry!” she screamed out.

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Three black Tahoe trucks pulled into the Medlov estate full of men. Dmitry was the first to emerge. He ran up the stairs of his homeinto the bullet-riddled front door. He stepped over one of his dead bodyguards and ran up the long, curved staircase straight for his bedroom.

The alarm was blaring, deafening everyone. His heart pounded. Was Royal still alive? What had Ivan done to her and his unborn child?

They heard shots behind them. His men turned and mowed down Ivan’s men with merciless AK-47s. Dmitry never looked back. He ducked and continued upstairs. Leaning against the hallway entrance, he looked over the corner to see a couple of men running his way. Pulling a RAP4 hand grenade from his jacket, he pulled the pin and rolled it down the hallway. Shooting it, he stood behind the doorway as the hallway exploded.

Gun pointed, he emerged from the smoke, shooting the injured, bloody men as he passed them. He heard Royal screaming. She was still alive! The bedroom door was open, hanging off its hinges. He ran into room and pointed the gun.

Ivan stood behind Royal with his Glock field knife against her neck. The serrated edge flirted with her life line. He still had a smile on his sweaty face, enjoying every minute of the girl’s torture.

Royal was shaking and naked. Her body had small cuts on it that had been carved by Dmitry’s insane sibling. She would barely speak, angering Ivan, who wanted more than anything to hear the fear in her sweet, innocent voice.

Ivan rubbed his free hand in her wounds, making her cry out. “She is something else,” hesaid, rubbing her stomach. “She begged me not to fuck her. Told me she was pregnant. What a trip, huh? Looks like the baby got to know Uncle Ivan a little better. We were practically head to head. By the way, I think it’s a girl.”

Dmitry pointed the gun at Ivan. His heart raced. If he missed, even an inch, he would kill Royal. All of this would be for nothing.

Royal sobbed. Her long hair wrapped around her and mingled in her salty tears and bloody face.

“This is between you and me, not her,” Dmitry said, voice unbelievably calm.

“No, what just happened is more so between your little black bitch and me,” he laughed. “It’s good man. Really good. I’ll give her that.”

Dmitry moved closer, trying to get a better shot.

Ivan cut her neck slightly. “Don’t do it. I’ll slice her open, and I’ll enjoy it.”

Royal cried again. The pain paralyzed her. Blood trickled down her collar bone onto his large tattooed arm.

Dmitry stopped.

“Okay. I’m not moving. Just don’t hurt her.”

“I don’t know, brother. I had thought about killing her, but I may keep her for a while. Afterwards, I could sell her. Get a few bucks.”

Dmitry kept his eyes on Royal. She was starting to fade. She would faint at any moment. Her weak body was only held up by Ivan’s strong grip around her waist.

“Royal, stay with me, baby,” Dmitry said soothingly. “Don’t give up.”

Ivan snickered and kissed her head.

“Is this how it felt when you killed my wife?” Ivan asked suddenly. “Did you feel this empowered before you slit Ari’sthroat. It’s something, isn’t it? The power that women give you over them is priceless. You couldn’t pay me not to kill her.”

“Take me, Ivan. Kill me. Just let her go.”

“You were already supposed to be dead. I paid all that fucking money to make sure that you burned alive or was shot to death.” He shook his head. “Can’t find good help these days. Now,