Chapter Ten - Dimitri

Dynasty Point Club has long been known as a private VIP location for the millionaires and billionaires of Chicago to connect, cut deals, find pussy, and drink in peace without the prying eyes of the paparazzi and the public. Too many times at the regular clubs my slumming Bratva cousins frequently used to attend, they would be sequestered with skanky women who weren’t of their caliber. Not that any of these women aren’t undercover or underhanded in their dealings, but for the most part, they’re high-end, and understand their place.

New York is another animal altogether, and from time to time, you could find me in the VIP section of new clubs, but it was mainly because of business or to check out the scene, and if I happened to score pussy for the night, then I would partake… even better when the majority of it was handed to me on a platter.

Tonight, as the lounge music plays in the background, I’m surrounded by my associates and plenty of high-grade pussy on the hunt for sugar daddies or a man with money to fill their bank accounts and go shopping with. Some of the women in the club are business moguls in their own right but nothing comes close to the dollar signs many of the men in the room hold.

There’s a fresh variety of women on deck circling like the opportunistic sharks they are, and normally I would indulge them, knowing I would never give them one red cent of my money. Mostly, I would provide them with a healthy amount of dick, orgasms, food, drink and a great time. If I was feeling overly generous, I would take them shopping. I wasn’t a complete bastard, and nice to every one of them when they were in my company, but I draw the line when it comes to Bratva business. It comes first.

Mindy Lee, a beautiful Asian Instagram model is perched on my knee sipping on her mojito. She’s petite with a blonde bob, perfect porcelain skin, and rosy cheeks. If I wanted to, I could take both her and her friend Darcy Andrews—a celebrity blogger—home for a threesome, but as their expensive perfume floods the air, their hair flipping and making eyes at me does nothing for my flaccid penis. My associates on the other hand seem to be salivating over the women, and so I push the women in their direction, willing Mindy to get off my lap of her own accord.

She pouts, her glitter-tinged lipstick annoying the fuck out of me. Part of its sticky residue is plastered to the side of my cheek. “What’s the matter, Dimitri? Don’t you want me? I can suck you off. Real good. We could have loads of fun together,” she whispers with her mojito breath. Drawing back from her slurry offer, I keep her at a distance with a hand on the bare patch of her back.

“I bet you could. You have a pretty mouth, but I’m not interested tonight. Try Marat. You can have a good time with him. Okay?” I explain to her in a bored voice, bouncing my leg up so she gets off.

“Why him? You’re hotter.”

Smirking, I let it drop just as quick, tapping into the colder side of my nature, leaning into her ear as a hand caresses the back of my neck in the roped off area. “I said you should try my associate, and I mean it. Move. ” The serious warning of my tone shifts her quickly as the essence of fear is instilled in her.

“Alright,” she mumbles. “I get the picture.” She does as I say, relief coming over me as I pull the lapels of my suit jacket together. Sometimes these women are a little too thirsty for dick. Unfortunately, Ava’s arrival has dulled my sex drive, and all I can think about is her, especially about how I made her run in the woods. By the time I reached her, she was soaked through, her white shirt clinging to her heavy breasts, her nipples standing to attention. Now when I think about it, my dick turns to wood.

I enjoyed hunting her through the woods, and that early memory is scored into the psyche of my brain, preventing me from entertaining random fucks.

I sit back briefly glancing over to Marat, whose hand is down the back of Mindy’s dress, and she’s grinning in his face, then offering him her glitter-tinged mouth . Fuck. How quickly these women turn. It’s a good thing I didn’t select her for the night.

Let them scrape over my leftovers. They can’t have the main prize, the one I’d acquired myself and was sitting on like a hidden treasure. Lacing my fingers behind my head, I enjoy the music and being left to my own elicit thoughts as I absorb my surroundings, but my mind always circles back to Ms. Knight.

God, I loved her innocence when we discussed the mirror. She squirmed when I asked her to try it, the flush of red on her cheeks exciting me even more. I want to take that innocence and corrupt her—draw out the naughty side of her, because no woman with such raw sassiness and curvaceousness should remain unpleasured. I want her. And will have her. Crossing my legs, I think about the open trap Ava set for herself.

She doesn’t know that she’s under Bratva rule by getting involved with me on a long-term basis. It’s Dimitri’s rules, and I don’t care about the title on Raven’s Peak, my strategies always work.

A vibration in my suit pocket intercepts my strategic plan as I fish out my phone, answering bluntly, “Dimitri.”

“Hey. It’s Viktor. We’ve got an emergency situation.” Immediately, my haunches go up, along with my alertness.

“What is it?”

“The cops are on the way to raid the place. Apparently, there’s been some sort of tip-off. Next move?”

I glance over at my associates, and they’re knee-deep in organizing their pussy for the night. Mindy’s tongue is down Marat’s throat and Vladimar is whispering bullshit nothings into a couple of other women’s ears. I’ll get them in a minute.

Standing up, I click my fingers in my associate’s direction, annoyed that I have to deal with the cops sniffing around. What the fuck do they want? It could be any number of reasons why they’re on my ass, but I don’t care to know what they are.

“Hide Ava in the basement. Got it?” I command Viktor, my associates tossing the mystified women to the side, both of them now up on their feet.

Ava. This little stunt has to be coming from her. That’s the only way the Chicago PD can be raiding the place. Just when I was thinking about the better days ahead of our partnership, she has to rattle the cage I’m determined to keep her in. Speeding home, my temper flares as Petrov chimes in.

“Is this about Raven’s Peak? Which family do you think did this?”

Grasping the wheel as I hit the straightaway, I push the accelerator with a scoff.

“The family, Marat? Try one woman.” He’s confused, and I don’t explain myself. He can work it out by himself. He’s a big boy. I’m not going to be hauled down to any police station for interrogation. Oh no. When I discover who the cops are, I’m going to call in a favor or two with my Chicago police connections. The Bratva has long had Chicago police on payroll.

From the glare of the police headlights and the officers peeling out of their vehicles, it appears I’m right on time. Grimacing, I make a note to remind my guards to stall the cops for longer the next time this shit happens. I’ve got a good idea of why they did it—it’s easier to let the authorities in. If it looks like I’m a man with something to hide, then more hassle might come by way of them mobilizing more pesky officers. Getting blood splatter all over my suit in a gunslinging match isn’t what I’m up for tonight.

There is punishment to hand out. That’s for certain, but it’s something I can deal with later.

Stepping out of my car, I plaster a friendly smile on my face, loosening up and approaching my front door, jangling my keys casually. My men follow with the same nonchalant attitude so as not to raise any alarms, but every muscle in my body is primed and ready to fire should I need to. I keep the simmering rage within to a quiet blaze. This is my fucking property, and they’re on it. I don’t care if my men did let them through the gate.

“Good evening, Officer,” I greet coldly, glaring at the lanky weed of a man. “Is there something I can help you with tonight?” The officer shuffles his feet, parking one hand on his gun. I observe his movements warily, keeping momentum towards my front door. Scanning his chest and below, I identify his badge number for future reference, taking note of the guy standing next to him. There’s two other cars parked behind him and five other officers are out of their vehicles, their guns cocked, ready to fire.

“Are you Dimitri Utkin?” he asks, his eyes darting back and forth and that tells me all I need to know.

“Yes. That’s me. Chilly out tonight, isn’t it?” I turn up the collar of my suit jacket, and the officer’s hand clamps down on his holster.

The officer doesn’t respond in kind, keeping his deadpan mask on. “It’s not that chilly. Mr. Utkin, we have a serious allegation that we’ve come out here to investigate. We’ve received a tip-off from Mr. Aiden Smith that a lady by the name of Ava is being held hostage right here on your property, and as such I’m sure you wouldn’t mind setting our minds at ease and allowing us to search the property.” The cop coughs, clearing his throat as one of the officers behind shines the light on me.

My automatic porch light highlights the side of the cop’s face, livid at the intrusion. Fucking Ava. The ink hasn’t even dried on the contract pages and she’s already betraying what little trust I had in her. The man standing next to him is a mouse compared to me. Who the fuck is this Aiden Smith?

Pointing my finger at the guy, I stand with my associates not far behind. “Under the fourth amendment you can’t search my property without a court ordered warrant. So, I don’t give a fuck what Aiden Smith told you, but the answer is no. You can’t search my property.”

Some twerp, who I could break in half in less than a few minutes, has the nerve to step forward. “Why wouldn’t you let the cops just take a look around? If you’re innocent, then you should have nothing to hide, Mr. Utkin.”

Smugly, the guy smooths back his hair, and if there weren’t trained cops with their hands on their guns and the possibility of my men being shot, I would relieve him of his life.

“Why would you think I would be keeping someone here?” I demand, the simmering rage morphing into a slow bubble as the cops continue to shuffle from foot to foot, but even through the haze of darkness, there are lives hanging in the balance. My men do the same, parking their hands on their guns as this little man and I stare each other down. I let the rage die.

Smiling, I open the door with a drained sigh. “You’re right, Officer, and what was your name again?”

“Aiden Smith. That’s my name,” the guy adds. I wanted it repeated so my team can pick it up and provide me with intel.

“Good. Come through and take a look for yourselves.” Confident Viktor handled my request, I let the cops in. My face contorts as the cops trample past, spreading out and turning over things throughout every room. I might be pissed off with Aiden, but I’m even more pissed off with Ava. How the fuck did she get a message off to the authorities?

I tapped her phone and when I checked in with my security team, there was nothing that indicated a message to the cops. I’m in for a rude awakening as Ava emerges traipsing into the living room with Viktor trailing behind her.

Glaring at Viktor, my teeth grind together. Why the hell did he let her out when I told him not to?

“See! See! There she is. That’s Ava. She’s being held hostage here just like I said she was!” Aiden shrieks like the little tattle-telling bitch he is. The officer with him stops dead in his tracks as Aiden rushes towards Ava, his eyes wide with fake concern.

“Alright. Wait a minute,” the officer says, confusion rocking his face.

Ava frowns as if she doesn’t know Aiden. “Held hostage? By whom?” Quickly she rakes a hand through her hair as I look on, thinking about how badly I want to make her suffer.

You don’t know what a mistake you’ve made, I tell her with my eyes.

“Ava, what are you talking about? I got a text that you were in trouble. You told me to bring the cops here!” Aiden yells, the officer trying to decipher where the truth lies.

“No, no,” Ava replies sheepishly. “It was all just a big prank. Maybe you misunderstood the message or whatever. I’m here of my own free will. You don’t have to worry, Officer,” Ava adds, but the officer looks unconvinced questioning her for the next ten minutes.

Who the fuck does she think she’s playing with? Time passes, and the police reluctantly depart. I watch, disgruntled by the whole charade, from the porch with my men as each police vehicle reverses and clears the property.

My attention turns to Ava. “Want to explain to me what just happened?”