airport. Dmitry nodded curtly, his mind still consumed with thoughts o
his mind as he stepped out o
an eye on her discreetly," he instr
thought of Abeni lingered in his mind, her delicate features, her smooth brown skin, her c
and ambitious woman, approac
do for you?" Dmitry felt a flash of annoyance. He didn't need
plane and never show your face around me again." The woman
ried to focus on work, but his
ve desire to claim her as his own. It was as if she were a prize he had to win, a treasure he had to possess. A
plane by his men. He stood face to face with the head of th
onio said, his Italian accent thick.
exchanged pleasantries for a few more moments before being led into the grand ballroom of the Corleone estate. The r
e air. He glanced around the room, noticing the bodyguards positioned strategical
de, threatening to drown his reason. He forced himself to remain calm, to appear unphased. He l
omething you'd like to discuss?" he
g, my friend," he began, "and we believe it is in the best interest
y were setting him up, and there was no way he was going to fall for it. "I see," he s
y. Rather, we are offering you a partnership." He leaned forward, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "You see, we have discovered a way
ure waiting to happen. And as much as I respect your offer, I must decline. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more important m
body flowing with grace. In a blur of motion, he pulled out his gun and pointed it at Corleone, his finger ti
id, his voice a mixture of disbelief and amus
A split-second later, Antonio crumpled to the floor, blood spreading rapidly across his immaculat
, engaging Corleone's bodyguards in a fierce firefight. Bullets whizzed past
m out of the room, one of them made a desperate attempt to grab his gun. A brief
re was a moment of shocked silence as everyone registered what had just
e turned slowly toward the man who had fired the gun, his expression unreadable. The man's eyes widened in fear
all room, and the man crumpled to t
nshot wound, calmly walked over to the body and knelt down beside it. He reached into the man's pocket and retr
my piece of plastic to his loyal subordinate. "Use
e said with a grin. Dmitry patted him on
is right-hand man Andrei waite
the tense atmosphere inside the restaurant. D
r for him. As Dmitry settled into the plush leather seat, h
turning his head slightly to glanc
s for a moment before respon
e city. The cool night air swirled around him, carrying with it the scent of exhaust fumes and late-night r
d within him as he watched the blood trickle down his forearm, staining the sleeve of his expensive suit. He reac
t looked at," Andrei said, his voice
ay. "I'll be fine," he grunted, not meeting Andrei's ey
than usual, and Dmitry couldn't help but feel
led off the list of business meetings and the investment meeting he had scheduled for the next day
ing for the wedd
Andrei out of the corner of his eye. Th
ver dress designs and venue options. She's really into it." Dmitry nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mo
im? He hoped she was, but the reality of their situation weighed heavily on his mind. The violence that had erupted tonight couldn't bode well for either of
ind," Dmitry replied
tion trailing off as they entered the elevator. The ride up to their floor was silent, both men lost in thought. When they reached their floor, Andrei led the way
one wall, covered in white sheets and fluffy pillows. In one corner, there was a small sitting area with a sofa
t his phone and was dialing a number. "What are
replied without looking up.
man in a white uniform entered the room, her stethoscope dangling from her neck. "I' N
ficiently, dabbing at the wound with sterile gauze and applying a thick layer of ointment. She then wrapped it tightly with medical tape, making sure it
the fight was starting to wear off, leaving him feeling drained and
lready starting to move towards
bed, the soft mattress and crisp sheets inviting him into a deep, rest
as he imagined her in his arms, the way she felt against him. It h