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

thought that considering she’s Gabriel’s mother, you might have a little respect.”
    “Don’t be mellow dramatic,” Dmitry warned.
    Ivan could see that his brother was at the end of his civility.  “Dramatic?  How would you feel if I fucked Alexandria?”
    Dmitry’s eyes blazed and the tension in the room thickened. 
    Feeling the animosity, Emma stepped back wondering who Alexandria was and what she had to do with anything. 
    Ivan continued to taunt his brother, egging on a fight.  “If you aren’t sure how you’d feel about it, brat, let me know. I’ll be happy to fly to Moscow right now and fuck Alexandria right up the ass.  I always wanted a go at the little bitch, and it’s high time that I had dibs on yours instead of the other way around.”
    Dmitry’s fists balled.  It wasn’t the busted door or the interruption that angered him nearly as much as the mention of Alexandria. He knew that his brother wasn’t just bluffing. He’d do it, if given the chance.
    “Get out,” Dmitry ordered in a low foreboding tone.
    “Figures,” Ivan scoffed as he turned to leave.  “When it becomes about you, you don’t want to play anymore.”
    “Not you,” Dmitry fumed. His nostrils flared.
    Ivan froze like a snap shot.  
    “Everyone else, Get. Out,” Dmitry said again, legs locked in place.  His chest fell and rose as a storm brewed inside of him. 
    Emma was shocked when she realized that the dismissal included herself. “The more things change, the more they stay the exactly the same,” she said, picking up her clothes off the floor. “You realize that the real relationship is between the two of you, not the women, right?”  .
    Dmitry glanced down at her but said nothing.
    Quickly, she excused herself out of the room, past the guards and Ivan, but walked right into Davyd’s arms.
    “What do you want?” she asked, snatching away.  “To kick me out of the house now?”
    “You’re naked, ma’am. I’m going to escort you to your room.” He offered his hand again.  “And while we walk, I was hoping to explain the terms that Dmitry and I have come up with in order to supply your work in Columbia.”
    Suddenly Emma wasn’t so angry anymore. Even with all the drama, her main priority was being addressed.  “Well, I could definitely use an escort considering my current state,” she said, handing Davyd her clothes. “Will you carry these please?”
    “Happily,” Davyd said, hurriedly whisking her away from the scene.
    The guards were next.  After helping the battered man off the floor, they walked through the broken entry, leaving their boss and Ivan alone.
    “How long do you think I’m going to just allow you to run roughshod over this family?” Dmitry asked, bending over to slip on his black boxers.  Standing back up, he stretched his wide back and cracked his neck.
    Turning around from the entryway, Ivan stepped over the broken wood door and onto a flat stable surface. “You want me to tell you what your problem is, Dmitry?” Ivan asked as he rolled up his sleeves. “You think that you’re my papa.”
    Dmitry cocked his head.  “Oh, I think?” He said suggestively.  “Funny, last time I checked, I was the only one cleaning up all of your continual fuck ups.  That makes me your fucking father.  I’ve been forced to do the damn job for as long as I remember.”
    “So you keep reminding me,” Ivan exhaled and looked up the vaulted ceiling.  “What are you going to do about it?”  He shook his head. “You might run this organization, but between the two of us blood brothers, you don’t run shit. And you know it.  This enchanted view of yourself really needs to be pulled back a notch.”
    “You are going to help me with that?” Dmitry asked, closing in the space between them with three long strides.
    Standing face-to-face with his brother, Dmitry breathed down Ivan’s neck.  Speaking in his native tongue, he pushed his chest out.  “ Chto vy sobirayetes' s