Dimitri
“Amaranthe, you are beautiful. So much so, that women in your presence are intimidated. You are a queen. Now, please hurry, our guests are expecting us.” Dimitri drawls, exasperation evident in his voice. His wife felt insecure this evening, and he learned why. Her cane made her feel even more insecure than before. “And if anyone tries to say something about your cane, beat them with it.”
“Dimitri!” She exclaims and smacks him on his shoulder, but giggles nonetheless. He held her in his arms, “You are exquisite, moye solntse,” He starts, cupping her face in his palms. “Whenever I see you, you take my breath away. What everybody else thought of you should not bother you. You are a Bratva Queen, they are nothing but lowly peasants compared to you. I will keep reminding you of this until you believe it.” He asserts, kissing her forehead. A smile passed over her lips and her shoul
AmarantheShe caught the look Dimitri gave her and took off. The Irishman was bad news, and if her husband thought so, she would be a fool not to listen. Linking her arms with Anya again, she cocks her head to where she stood before. “Do you recognize that man I was talking to just now?” She asked Anya, and the latter shook her head. “Nah. I was chatting to that designer from Washington. Why what’s up?” She asked, taking a sip of her champagne.Amaranthe could not describe how slimy the man made her feel, like he had been deliberately trying to make her uncomfortable. She shudders. “I think Dimitri knows him, but he sort of warned me to stay away from the guy with the shake of his head.” Anya stared at her and a furrowed her brow, “Wait, can you describe him to me?” she abruptly asks and Amaranthe shrugs. “Tall, blonde hair that was longer on top, but had a darker undercut. Oh, g
DimitriDimitri watched Kieran as his entourage filled the study. It was only him and his three men. Dimitri had Sergei, Lev, and Boris so they were equal.“Now, Teague.” Dimitri starts and sits down at his desk. “You spoke of a truce. Why should the Bratva trust the Irish when they were the ones who murdered our Pakhan?” Dimitri starts the negotiations without skipping a beat. He had to start before the Irishman got even more on his nerves. Kieran already tried to set him off by flirting with Amaranthe, so he was already on edge.He sat down opposite Dimitri and leaned backward. “You have to admit this will be mutually benefitting to the both of us. There are places in Manhattan that Bratva fingers cannot reach. The same with me. The upper east side and Brooklyn are off-limits to us. I am sure if we came to an accord, we could make each other a lot of money.”“Money is the last thing on my mind,
“What the fuck do you mean you won’t be here tomorrow?” She hears through the study door, her arm poised to knock. When Dimitri got like this, it was in her best interest to stay away from him.She stares at the test in her hand and wonders how he would react. A solitary tear slipped down her cheek as she thought back to her first pregnancy. The trauma that followed afterward ate at her every day. No amount of pills could keep PTSD at bay. The nightmares were the worst. She swears she could still feel the Enforcer pulling the nails from her fingers every time she awoke from a night terror.The door opens abruptly, giving her a fright and the test falls out of her hand. “Amaranthe?” Dimitri frowns at her, “I heard you walking but you did not come in. Why are you just standing here, love?” He asks and bends down to pick up the fallen pregnancy test.Amaranthe’s heart sat in her throat as he looked up at her and flipp
AmarantheAmaranthe looked down at her belly and beamed. She was showing beautifully and knew her little bean was safely inside her womb. Dimitri loved stroking her abdomen and whispering to the baby in Russian. It was a beautiful sight that frequently resulted in Amaranthe crying.Today would be their 22-week check-up, but so far Dr. Meyer was happy with the baby’s development.Dimitri was driving the Maserati Levante with the four bodyguards following suit in the Bentayga. “You don’t have to come along to every check-up, lyubov’ moya. I am sure Michael and Alexei will be ample security.”“Nonsense. This is my child, and I will attend every check-up.” Dimitri answers in a terse tone, causing her to smile. He was becoming more overbearing by the day, but she was enjoying the attention. She was worried about his duty as Pakhan as well. Hopefully, no one thought he had gone soft.“
AmarantheIt was on days like these that Amaranthe wished her babies would come already. It was the hottest day of the year and she had spent it all floating in the pool again. As blessed as she felt at 8 and a half months, she also wished it were all over by now.All the twins wanted were pickles and ice cream; sometimes even mixed. Dimitri got so frustrated with her need for thick milkshakes, he bought her an appliance that produced milkshakes to the same consistency she craved.“Amaranthe! Get out of that pool!” Dimitri called from the edge and she groaned. He hated her lounging in the sun for too long. “You will get heatstroke, get out of that pool or I will come to get you.” He ordered, but all she did was raise her sunglasses and look at him.“Fine.” He says and gets into the pool, fully dressed in his three-piece suit.“Dimitri! What the hell?!” She called out as he swam over t
Amaranthe’s eyes shot open at Dimitri’s voice. She pushed the blankets back and felt the moisture beneath her, showing that her water had broken while she was in a deep sleep. “No, no, no! It’s too soon!” She cried as she clambered out of bed. Dr. Meyer had recommended a cesarean section because of her high-risk pregnancy, but they only planned it for the following week.“Call Dr. Meyer, Dimitri!” She shrieked as she waddled towards her walk-in. She needed to change before she left for the hospital. No way would she show up in wet pajamas, no matter how freaked out she was. Looking at her wristwatch, she realized the time: 4:30 am.“Yes, I am certain!” Dimitri shouts at the doctor over the phone. “Her water broke, I am bringing her to the hospital right now and you better be there.” The Pakhan had spoken. He threw the phone down and rushed towards her.She could tell he was nervous, which was a firs
Amaranthe lays back in the hospital bed and sighs. She came out of theatre two hours ago and made Dimitri go home and rest. Of course, he did not listen to her and was now attending to work on his laptop in the next room. Her eyes fell on her twins in their bassinets. They were the most beautiful babies she had ever laid her eyes on.Ayden had dark hair like her, while Anastasiya had her father’s blonde hair. They were sleeping now after their first feed and burp, so that gave her a chance to rest her eyes a bit.Three years ago, she never would have thought her life would play out the way it did. She was prepared to die in obscurity and live happily with her sister. Moving to New York and marrying the feared Russian mobster had terrified her, but she knew it needed to be done or they would come after Bailey. In the end, she placated the mob by doing this.If she had to do it over again, she wouldn’t change a thing.Ͼ Ͼ Ͼ
DimitriAmaranthe was settling herself into bed after her eventful afternoon with Elizabeth and Anya. Dimitri noticed she was a little drunk and couldn’t help but smile; she needed this brief break after all. He strode across the room to their walk-in and got into his boxer shorts. With the kids around, he doesn’t sleep naked anymore.“Hmm, Mr. Baranov, you look delicious.” Amaranthe slurred when he removed the towel from his waist. He snickered, “And you are drunk, Mrs. Baranov, so no sexy time for you.”“Sexy time?” She said with a giggle, “You just said sexy time.”Her cheeks were rosy from the alcohol, but to him, she looked lovely. Shaking his head, he got into bed with her and pulled her into his arms. “moye solntse, what am I going to do with you?” He asked, kissing her hair and felt her smile.Amaranthe traced circles on his chest, “What di