The Chronicles of Young Dmitry Medlov: Volume 7 (The Medlov Crime Family Short Stories Series) by Latrivia S. Nelson Read Free Book Online Page A

opinion on it.  “I am,” he said in a rather arrogant tone.
    Davyd shrugged.  “At least you’re honest.”
    Dmitry allowed a moment of transparency.  “What harm can come from it?  Her mother is dead.”
    “I don’t know why you boys don’t see that you’re in no place for a relationship.  Not you and never Ivan.  You should focus only on work.  Go see a nice girl who lives alone. Spend a few hours with her, and then leave. Ivan just needs a hooker.  There should be a rule. Don’t get anyone pregnant. Don’t get married.  Don’t mix business with pleasure.  How hard is that?” Davyd asked, brining Dmitry over his glass of scotch.
                  “Must be something in our blood, because we can’t seem to help ourselves,” Dmitry answered, taking the glass. “Spasibo.” He looked at the scotch in the tumbler and swished it around.
    Unable to help himself after the long day, he took a sip of the strong drink and winced.  “I prefer vodka.”
    “You’ll take what you can get when I tell you the reason I called you in here,” Davyd said, sitting down across from Dmitry.
    “So it wasn’t to admonish me about Emma?”
    “Why bother,” Davyd answered.
    Dmitry turned up the glass to his mouth and took a big gulp, then placed it quietly on the desk. “Shoot,” he exhaled.
    “I got a call from the club in Leicester Square.  They are having troubles with a group down there and it sounds very similar to the troubles you were having in Dublin, too similar.  These boys are pushing hard drugs in your clubs, they have the waitresses doing it; and they’re doing it in your parking lots. They’re trying to take it over.”
    Dmitry twisted up his lips.  “Do you remember the faces of those guys I told Ivan to get rid of?”
    Davyd smirked. “I’m old. I don’t remember anyone after they’re dead.”
    But Dmitry remembered their faces. “I need to see them for myself.”
    “So, what do you propose doing? Showing up personally to see who’s selling drugs at your club? You’re fucking 7' tall. It’s hard to miss you.” Davyd took another sip.
    “Favor for a favor,” Dmitry said with a smirk. “I’ll send Emma.”
    “Emma?” Davyd repeated, confused.
    “If she can fight with drug cartels in Bogota, she can handle Leicester Square.”
    “Will she though?” Davyd didn’t see the point.
    Dmitry sat up in his chair.  “Oh, you missed this morning’s meeting.  We’re going to supply the Free Right, free of charge, with weapons in Columbia to fight the local police force and possibly the Columbian military presence, and I may be summoned to region of South America to negotiate for other terms.”  He cracked his knuckles.  “Think she can handle trying to ID some local Irish penny pusher’s now?”
    Davyd shook his head. “Do you see where pussy puts you?  Up the arse without the jelly.”
    Dmitry cringed.
     
     

 
    Chapter 6
    When Dmitry left his study after his meeting with Davyd, all he wanted to do was get out of his stuffy, three-piece tailored black suit and put on some comfortable clothes. 
    After today’s press conference, he didn’t feel much like a business man, but the anger boiling in him was very much Vor-like. 
    It was a pity too.  Dmitry was trying, despite everyone’s efforts to bring him down, to be an upstanding man that did not always have to resort to violence.  But it looked as though he would have to revert back to the ways of his youth in order to remind people that he had not gone soft. 
    He wasn’t surprised that something was going on behind his back.  If he had learned any lesson at all, it was that very few people in his circle could be trusted, but he was determined this time, unlike in Milan, to tie up all loose ends. 
    With his jacket thrown over his shoulders, he slowly made his way up the stairs to his bedroom.  The silence of the house was comforting for the moment.  A late evening glow had emerged on the horizon and