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Authors: Latrivia S. Nelson
Tags: Fiction, Suspense, Romance, Mafia, ROMANCE - - SUSPENSE, African American, Urban Life, Memphis (Tenn.)
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soul. Whether she knew it or not, he needed that. He needed to know that there was normalcy in at least one place in his life, and he didn’t have to fake who he was to get it, like his father was forced to do at the onset of his relationship with Royal.
Then, there it was again. The thought of a relationship with Renee. He shook it off. Now was not the time to analyze himself or whatever was going on between him and his shop girl. It was almost time for his meeting with his father and Gabriel.
Chapter Five
Gabriel and his men stood in the elevator patiently awaiting its arrival to the penthouse of the hotel and staring blankly into the reflection of themselves in the mirrors of the d panel. It had taken a near act of God to find out where the Medlov’s were staying and even a greater act of God to get through security downstairs.
Upon arrival, they were stripped of their guns, checked for weapons, bugs, poison and razors out in the rain behind the hotel by a large group of armed bodyguards. Then, they were ushered inside of the building after their pat downs and made to wait in the kitchen hallway among crates and boxes in the dimly lit corner as plates clanged and servers moved about quickly with meals and beverages. In silence, they waited and were watched, feeling as though at any moment they would be lined up and executed if one thing did not check out.
After many minutes passed, they were sent up, and although they all were frustrated by the ordeal, they were all happy that they had survived. One would have thought that they were meeting with a national dignitary not a crime boss, but as many knew, to meet a Medlov was the closest any of them would ever get to meeting pseudo-royalty.
As the elevator buzzed, the doors opened to another large group of well-dressed, heavily armed men. Gabriel shook his head and gave a leisurely smile before he opened his jacket to let them search him again.
“It’s amazing that you all ever get anything done with all the searching that you do,” he said as a man patted down his leg. “Easy,” he jerked away. “That’s not a gun.”
The man looked over at door and nodded for Gabriel to gain access to the boss. He was escorted inside, but his men were not allowed to proceed. Instead, they were ordered to wait, and he alone was led to a sitting room that gave a beautiful view of downtown Moscow.
In a different world than the one outside, Dmitry and Anatoly were sitting across from each other talking and having a drink in the calm of a very luxurious room decorated in fine linens and upholstery, bejeweled with priceless art and classic lamps.
The men looked over at Gabriel with curious eyes, accessing him, watching him, making him feel like he was the elephant in the room.
He cracked a smile, pushed past the discomfort and pulled his balled up fists from his pockets.
“Good evening, gentlemen,” Gabriel said as the butler walked up and took his jacket.
“Good evening,” Dmitry said, placing his glass carefully on the end table. With his legs crossed and his back towards the view of windows, he extended his large arm and pointed at the seat near Anatoly. “Have a seat,” he ordered in a deep, menacing voice. His eyes watched Gabriel as he made his way across the room.
Anatoly did not bother to speak. Instead, he finished his drink in one gulp and stood up, wanting to be as far as possible from the man who claimed to be his cousin. He made his way over to the window and leaned against the table with a sneer on his remarkably young face.
“You’re on time,” Dmitry noted, looking at his watcheak
“I was forewarned,” Gabriel replied, taking his seat.
He looked around, tried to make sure no one was behind him. Suddenly, he was acutely aware of his mortality now that he was in the room with two of the world’s most ruthless killers.
“We don’t like small talk. What do you
Then, there it was again. The thought of a relationship with Renee. He shook it off. Now was not the time to analyze himself or whatever was going on between him and his shop girl. It was almost time for his meeting with his father and Gabriel.
Chapter Five
Gabriel and his men stood in the elevator patiently awaiting its arrival to the penthouse of the hotel and staring blankly into the reflection of themselves in the mirrors of the d panel. It had taken a near act of God to find out where the Medlov’s were staying and even a greater act of God to get through security downstairs.
Upon arrival, they were stripped of their guns, checked for weapons, bugs, poison and razors out in the rain behind the hotel by a large group of armed bodyguards. Then, they were ushered inside of the building after their pat downs and made to wait in the kitchen hallway among crates and boxes in the dimly lit corner as plates clanged and servers moved about quickly with meals and beverages. In silence, they waited and were watched, feeling as though at any moment they would be lined up and executed if one thing did not check out.
After many minutes passed, they were sent up, and although they all were frustrated by the ordeal, they were all happy that they had survived. One would have thought that they were meeting with a national dignitary not a crime boss, but as many knew, to meet a Medlov was the closest any of them would ever get to meeting pseudo-royalty.
As the elevator buzzed, the doors opened to another large group of well-dressed, heavily armed men. Gabriel shook his head and gave a leisurely smile before he opened his jacket to let them search him again.
“It’s amazing that you all ever get anything done with all the searching that you do,” he said as a man patted down his leg. “Easy,” he jerked away. “That’s not a gun.”
The man looked over at door and nodded for Gabriel to gain access to the boss. He was escorted inside, but his men were not allowed to proceed. Instead, they were ordered to wait, and he alone was led to a sitting room that gave a beautiful view of downtown Moscow.
In a different world than the one outside, Dmitry and Anatoly were sitting across from each other talking and having a drink in the calm of a very luxurious room decorated in fine linens and upholstery, bejeweled with priceless art and classic lamps.
The men looked over at Gabriel with curious eyes, accessing him, watching him, making him feel like he was the elephant in the room.
He cracked a smile, pushed past the discomfort and pulled his balled up fists from his pockets.
“Good evening, gentlemen,” Gabriel said as the butler walked up and took his jacket.
“Good evening,” Dmitry said, placing his glass carefully on the end table. With his legs crossed and his back towards the view of windows, he extended his large arm and pointed at the seat near Anatoly. “Have a seat,” he ordered in a deep, menacing voice. His eyes watched Gabriel as he made his way across the room.
Anatoly did not bother to speak. Instead, he finished his drink in one gulp and stood up, wanting to be as far as possible from the man who claimed to be his cousin. He made his way over to the window and leaned against the table with a sneer on his remarkably young face.
“You’re on time,” Dmitry noted, looking at his watcheak
“I was forewarned,” Gabriel replied, taking his seat.
He looked around, tried to make sure no one was behind him. Suddenly, he was acutely aware of his mortality now that he was in the room with two of the world’s most ruthless killers.
“We don’t like small talk. What do you
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