Free Gabriel's Regret: Book 1 (The Medlov Men Series 2) by Latrivia Nelson, Latrivia Welch Page B

going to kill her.”  Reaching over, he put his hand on her thigh and caressed it. There was something else on his mind, and it had nothing to do with Briggy or Gabriel. “Let’s just sit here and enjoy a quiet Saturday like we planned, da?  No more discussion about other people. It bores me.”
    She looked over at her handsome husband, lounged out on the chair, sexy corded muscles protruding, and felt the need to be closer to him.  Standing up from her chair, she slipped onto his wide lap and threw her legs over his.  Nestling her head into his chest, she sighed.  “There. Is that better?” she asked in a whisper. 
    A gentle breeze brushed past them, cooling both tempers.  “Much better, spasiba ,” Dmitry said, lifting her small chin with his index finger.  He looked her in her eyes and drew her to his mouth.  Kissing her lush lips slowly, he clinched her waist and pushed her down on his growing erection.   “That’s what you need to be concerned about,” he groaned. 
    Royal giggled as she kissed him, her fingers twisting in his feathery hair.  “I’m always concerned about that.”    
    Dmitry teased her with his free hand. “Really?  How concerned are you?”
    Royal was about to reply when Anatoly walked back out of the house, visibly brooding. 
    Moving his lips from Royal’s neck, he looked back at his son.  “You do know that there was no rush to put Alexandria to sleep, right?” he quipped.  
    Anatoly clutched his cell phone. “We just got a call from Allan.  Looks like we’ve got to go to Donetsk after all.” 
    Dmitry rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes.  Every time that he thought things were under control with those boys something else happened.   “Was the load jacked?”
    Anatoly bit his lip and slammed his cellphone into the palm of his hand. “Yep.  Couple of casualties too.”
    Dmitry clenched his jaw until his teeth scrubbed together.  “Get the men to my office now.”
    Royal wasn’t exactly sure what Dmitry and Anatoly were talking about, but she knew whatever it was wasn’t good.  Pulling herself out of his embrace, she stood up. “So much for a quiet Saturday.”

 
    Chapter Three
    Make Good on My Name…
     
    More than any other quality that could be attributed to the infamous Czar of the Russian underworld, and there were many , Dmitry Medlov was a man of action. It was not just a perception.  It was his mantra in life - what he lived by, what he had built his fortune upon one pain-staking dollar at a time, what he built his family upon with every life lesson. He was the rock of this organization and this family and his word was his bond – solid oak.  His name was his legacy.  And he did not compromise that for anyone, not even his precious boys.
    No matter how much Dmitry loved Anatoly and Gabriel, no matter how proud overall he was of how they had turned out as individuals, at the end of the day, they were still his captains, bound to do his will and to follow his orders.  It was because of that he could not go easy on them, because if he did, they would never learn anything, and they would never be able to run this organization with an iron hand the way that he had done for two decades.
    With the sun at his back, sitting behind his large wooden desk in the elegant study, Dmitry’s intense gaze zeroed in on the men who would eventually carry on his work. Both Gabriel and Anatoly sat silently, the grandfather clock ticking in the background and the crystal pendulum swinging from side to side on the desk, waiting for him to convene this emergency meeting. 
    When Boris stepped inside and closed the door behind him, he nodded for this boss to begin.
    Hearing the door close, Anatoly didn’t wait for the lecture that he knew was coming.  Instead, he started in with answers immediately.  “We’ll handle it, Papa,” he said flatly.  “The jet is being fueled as we speak.  We’ll arrive in Prague tomorrow and get the new shipment