Free Anatoly Medlov by Latrivia S. Nelson Page B

Typing something in, he adjusted the camera and nodded at his boss.
     
    “Recognize anything?” Anatoly asked, walking over to the computer. Both men took their eyes off of each other and met him at the table. “This is your home. I had < si"3"> our men in New York record this just for you.”
     
    All three watched as a masked man kicked in the door of Gabriel’s high-rise penthouse in Manhattan and tear through each room. The camera the man held gave a clear view of the young man’s private life. There were pictures of his mother, his grandparents and even his father. He gave them close up shots of the degree on the wall, the closet space, the bed, the kitchen. The man and his crew tore through the house, through his dressers and his bathrooms.
     
    They searched the entire house for any sign of anything unusual.
     
    Gabriel watched—mortified. His condo was being trashed and the little shit standing beside him was visibly enjoying it.
     
    Gabriel leaned further into the computer and tapped the monitor. “Can you tell him to please stop ruining my shit?” he asked in a growl.
     
    Dmitry watched, amused that his son had thought to be so clever but also torn by the clear destruction going on in front of him. He would never undermine his son’s authority and order it stopped but to watch the event unfold was almost painful. The men flipped the mattresses, tossed the files, looked through his computer, took down his paintings, opened his vents, unscrewed his phones, everything.
     
    “Don’t worry. If they don’t find anything, I’ll send maids to make it perfect before you return home. It will look better than new,” Anatoly said, turning from the computer happy with himself.
     
    “What exactly are you looking for?” Gabriel asked.
     
    “I don’t know. What exactly are you hiding?” Anatoly turned to him.
     
    “I didn’t come here for this shit,” Gabriel said, standing up to his full height. He looked Anatoly up and down and then gave a clever smile. Dmitry could instantly see his dead brother in his young nephew. “But if you want to play games, Anatoly, fine. I didn’t record it for you, but I did have a very interesting date with the manager of your clothing store the other day. Renee’s a sweet woman, and she can hold a great conversation, but I didn’t pump her for a single piece of information on you, and I’m sure that she’ll tell you that I’m no Ivan. Is that testimony enough.”
     
    The room became silent.
     
    Ahh. There it was. Revenge in its purest and most malicious form. Dmitry didn’t need the test results to see his brother’s seed. He turned from the young duelers, refusing to become a part of their juvenile tactics. He had a lot to teach them both.
     
    As the butler entered the room with hors d'oeuvres, he grabbed a cracker and caviar off the platter and waited for the eruption.
     
    “ You are checking up on me?” Anatoly asked.
     
    “ You must have death wish.”
     
    “Obviously, I was, but I didn’t trash your shit.”
     
    “Renee is my shit ,” he said, before he could catch himself.
     
    Dmitry didn’t blink. So, it was Briggy first, then Victoria, now Renee. He really liked Renee. He was hoping that she would avoid his son’s clutches. Evidently, however, she wasn’t as smart as she looked.
     
    “Alright, enough men. I do believe that I called this meeting for my own purposes. You all should schedule time aside from this to sort out your differences about women, eh ,” Dmitry said, returning to his seat. “Besides, I think that Gabriel, if you are a true Medlov, regardless of your rivalry with your cousin, we should work something out. Throw you some more business.”
     
    Gabriel’s focused shift.
     
    Anatoly stood flabbergasted. Throw this bastard more business? He found the thought preposterous. He looked up at the towering man and rolled his eyes. Why did he have to be a spitting image of Ivan? Things could have been so much easier if he