“I’ll be responsible for your needs while you are here,” she said, stepping inside the room. She left the door open. He followed.
“Your bathroom is through that door.” She pointed to the left. “Your closet area through that door.” She pointed to the right. “I’ll bring you breakfast in the morning. And if you need anything, you can ring me. My number is by the phone.”
Gabriel turned and looked at the room. Nice. Although lately, he was growing used to the lavish lifestyle of the Medlov clan. Normally, he would have taken time to observe more. His eyes, however, quickly found their way back to her. He hated himself for still not saying anything, but he knew that she could read his face. He was enamored.
“So, you’re Anatoly’s cousin,” she said nodding.
“Yes. Our fathers were brothers.”
“I know.” She blinked, her long lashes fluttered like wings. Blushing, she grabbed the door handle to leave. “If you need anything at all, call that number,” she said, bowing out of the room.
“Anything?” he asked in one last ditch effort to keep her there.
She stopped for a moment. “Anything,” she answered. Her eyes locked on his as she closed the door.
***
With all the trouble that his son had found himself in lately, Dmitry only grew more grateful for the relationship he had with his wife. Young men were nothing if they were not fickle. He had been young once, and he sympathized with his Anatoly for what he was surely going through. The woman whom he had bedded, albeit against his wishes, was just murdered. The woman whom he had chosen as a lover once was now being courted by his first cousin upstairs. And then there was Renee. He wasn’t sure where she fit into the puzzle, but he was certain that she was a part of it – a very large part based on his most recent behavior. However, he’d wait for the boy to come to him to broach the subject. Even though Anatoly was his son, he was still a man. He still needed time to come to grips with things himself.
“Did you have an exhausting trip?” Royal asked as she helped him pull off his shirt.
He sat on the end of the bed with her standing in between his legs and yawned. “It was eventful,” he answered, helping her with his clothes.
“What happened?” she asked.
Dmitry smirked. “You do better not to ask.” He trailed his long finger down the side of her arm. “How’s the baby?”
“Great,” she said, touching her stomach. “Growing fast. I feel like a big ole goose.”
“Hen,” he corrected. “Not goose.”
“Well that just makes me feel so much better,” she said playfully.
“What of Gabriel. Do you trust him yet?”
“I trust no man, my love. You know that. Do I think he’s up to something?” He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know yet. I’ve got everyone in the northern hemisphere checking on his background. But one thing is for sure. He does look like his family.”
“Like you and Ivan?” Royal shook her head. “I can see it, but it’s the height that makes him look more like a Medlov, not his face.”
“He looks like a Hutton also.” Dmitry’s voice was low.
“Who are the Hutton’s? Do you know his family?”
“Very well. I knew his mother, his grandmother, his uncle. It’s a shame that they’ve all past away. They were activists – the whole lot of them. And they were English royalty.”
Royal was flabbergasted. “Are you serious?”
Dmitry nodded. “He’s from what some people would call good stock. His grandmother was Lady Catherine Hutto and his mother Lady Emma Hutton.”
“How do you know this, Dmitry?” she asked bemused.
Dmitry looked at her, calculating her exact response. “Because his grandmother was my first wife.”
Royal stopped in her tracks. Dmitry had confided in her many years ago that he had been married once on paper to a woman for the purpose of defecting from the USSR and to acquire a considerable amount of money, but he had never spoken any more of it. She had accepted that fact like many others as a part of his sordid past. From that day until this, she had never really thought of it again.
Now, like so many other parts of his life that had done the same, his past had come full circle to his present. And like so many other parts of his past, she worried about what the ramifications would be for everyone around him.
“You had better start explaining,” she said with her hands on her hips. “And start from the beginning, Dmitry. Don’t leave anything out that might affect this family.”
Dmitry pulled her onto his lap. He knew that he should have waited to tell his nosy little wife until after he had bedded her. But he owed his Royal an explanation. In fact, he owed them all at least that. It was the reason that he had brought the boy here. Gabriel was as much a part of this family as his own son or daughter.
“From the beginning is a long story, Royal,” Dmitry said, touching her face lovingly.
“I’ve got time,” she said, staring into his eyes.
***
At six on the dot, the family moved from their rooms on the second floor and went downstairs to the main hall for dinner. Gabriel had never seen such a grand layout before. The long dinner table was dressed in fine silver, covered in Russian foods, manned by two servants and served a party of the most feared criminal elements in modern organized crime.
Such a fact confused Gabriel immensely. These people were supposed to be blood-sucking monsters, yet their behavior was no different from others. In fact, they were more family oriented than his own family or any families that he knew. They respected each other on a level that he only envied.
When Gabriel was escorted into the dining room, Anatoly was already sitting at the table with Anya, talking. He looked up from his conversation to see the giant make his way into the room.
“Am I early?” Gabriel asked, sitting down in the chair across from Anatoly.
“No. It’s not like Royal and Papa to be late.” Anatoly looked at his watch. “But they’re probably still doing whatever it is that they do.”
“Making love,” Anya answered.
Anatoly loo at his sister. “What?”
“I heard them making funny noises once, and I asked Mommy what they were doing. And she said that they were making love.”
“What do you think that means?” Anatoly asked with a smile.
“They are kissing and hugging. That is what momma does when she loves someone. She hugs them.”
Anatoly smirked. “That’s right. They are hugging.”
“Who is hugging?” Royal asked, walking into the room with Dmitry behind her. Dmitry pulled her chair at one end of the table out for her.
“Your daughter was just saying that the reason you were late for dinner is because you were making love,” Anatoly answered, raising his brow at his father.
“Out of the mouth of babes,” Dmitry said, pushing Royal up to the table. “Sweetheart, we do not discuss what goes on in an adult’s bedchambers. It’s rude.”
“Sorry, daddy,” Anya said, ducking her head.
“And we were not making love,” Royal answered her daughter, seeing that she was now sad. “We were talking.” She looked up at her husband as he made his way down to the other side of the table.
Shortly after, Briggy and Davyd came into the dining room and sat down as well. It had become a custom of the family to have both of them dine with the rest of the family considering their status in the house and in their lives. Plus, Dmitry liked having a table full of people.
“Before we get started, I have a gift for you,” Gabriel said, standing up. He pulled a small file that was rolled up in this back pocket out and walked it down to Royal. She looked up at him as he did, curious to see what the man was giving her. She was accustomed to diamonds, pearls, chocolates, etc. but not files.
“I hope that it’s okay. I didn’t know when a better time would be than during dinner. I’m sure that it’s been discussed that I have a gift for finding people and for iden
tities,” Gabriel said, smirking at Dmitry. “So, after learning more about you, I took it upon myself to find this. It took some digging, but I’m getting better and better at breaking codes.”
Now Royal was very curious. The bent up folder, lay curled in front of her. She smoothed it out and opened it to find a birth certificate, a photo and phone number.”
Tears formed in the sides of her eyes.
Dmitry watched unsure if he should have Davyd break the boy’s neck or place a crown on it. He shifted in his seat and motioned towards Briggy to go down to the other side of the table and collect it for him.
“Well, what is it?” Anatoly asked irritated.
“Royal’s birth mother’s contact information,” Gabriel answered, looking to his uncle for approval. “I shouldn’t be the only one to enjoy the family reunion,” he shrugged.
Royal wiped her eyes and picked the picture up in her shaking hands. The diamond on her ring finger sparkled across the room against the candle in front of her.
“It’s her. It’s my mother.” She looked up at her husband in disbelief.
“I didn’t know mommy had a mother, daddy,” Anya said, looking to her father for some understanding of what was taking place.
Dmitry knew then that it was best to go to his wife himself. He stood up and made his way down to Royal quietly. She sat at the head of the table, covered in tears. He kneeled down beside her, looking at the picture himself.
“Are you alright,” he asked, wiping her face. “Do I need to take you back up to our room?”
“No.” She turned to him with a smile. “Honey, this is wonderful. Look.” She passed him the picture. “I look like her.”
“She’s...she’s still alive. She lives in Dallas,” Gabriel said, looking down at the table. “She never married or had children. She’s a nurse.”
“Do you realize what you have done?” Royal asked, looking down the table at him.
Gabriel shook his head. “I didn’t mean to offend you. I just thought...”
“You didn’t offend me.” She shook her head. “You...” She cried. “I have wondered for my entire life if even one person from my family was still alive.” She wiped her face. “You’ve given me a gift, Gabriel.”
Standing up from the table, she walked down to him. He stood unsure of himself but was moved by her warmness. She reached out, and he bent to her. Her warm hands grabbed his face and his kissed him on both cheeks and hugged him. He could feel her trembling body, the warmth that it gave off. She felt like a mother. Hesitantly, he hugged her back. She smelled of jasmine and peace. Closing his eyes, he held her.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” Davyd said finally. “Looks like the boy is some good to us.”
Everyone laughed.
Briggy sat in the chair beside Davyd wiping tears and smiling as well.
However, Anatoly watched with a grimmer look. He didn’t bother to smile or to share any kind words. Instead he saw red. If Gabriel thought that he would win the family over by wooing his stepmother, he had another thing coming. And if he hurt Royal, considering who he was to her, he would kill him himself with his bare hands.
Royal released Gabriel and took his hand. “I want you to come and sit down by me.” She smiled. “Telle all about yourself.”
Dmitry stood by her chair, pleased. Whatever had moved the boy to do such a good deed made him have more respect for him. It was an incredible gift, and if even only for tonight, he would indulge his entire family in good cheer. However, tomorrow, he would pay more men to do more investigating. There was something about the boy that was off. Perhaps, it was just the mere fact that Gabriel was Ivan’s son, and such a spawn should naturally be more evil.
He caught a glimpse of Anatoly, holding on to Anya, restricting her from joining her cousin down at the other side of the table. He knew what his son was thinking. He was still untrusting of the entire thing. Dmitry nodded cleverly at him, quietly encouraging him to relax.
“Tonight, we will enjoy a great dinner and afterwards, I’m going to play for everyone.”
Joyfully, Royal looked up and clapped her hands together. Dmitry hardly ever played the violin anymore, except for special occasions, and she couldn’t think of a more special one than this.
Chapter Seventeen
Briggy looked great. Anatoly couldn’t help but noticed her the entire time at dinner, and she could not help but notice Gabriel. Throughout the entire dinner, they had continuously glanced across the table at each other, smiling, flirting. For once, she had ignored him completely.
She seemed to be happier now, since her mother passed a month ago. Evidently, she had started to sleep full nights again. The dark circles under her eyes had finally started to disappear.
In a way, he was relieved that she had set her sights on someone other than him. But just in a way.
Lately, he was starting to fully understand the full measure of what it meant to be lonely. It was not such a big deal before his mother died, but now with Renee leaving, he questioned more and more what the benefits of the role he had chosen to take on actually were.
Halfway through his father’s violin performance in the great room, where the family always gathered, Anatoly quieted excused himself. With a kiss to Anya’s head, he picked her up off his lap and stepped out of the room. As soon as the doors closed behind him, he felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of his shoulders.
The walls in there with his family were beginning to close in on him. Everyone seemed too happy, yet he was miserable inside.
Vasily soon followed. “Boss,” he called out in a low whisper. “Are you alright?”
Anatoly had nearly made it down the hallway. He turned and nodded. “Da, da
Vasily nodded. “Alright boss, be carefully, eh.”
“Not too long ago, I was you, Vasily. I’ll be fine.”
A night drive was just what Anatoly needed to clear his head. He jumped into his father’s black Maserati and headed down the drive, allowing the wind to blow through his hair. With the music blaring, he lit a cigarette and headed down the dark, quiet road towards Prague.
A full moon shone down on him. Luxury surrounded him. And in that moment, the woman that he wanted sitting across from him was Renee. She had given him only a month more of her time, and he was here. It didn’t make much sense. This meeting was very important, but he was certain that it could have been done over the phone or at least in the states. However, his father was committed to being as close as possible to his own family. At least he had his priorities together.
Prague was always most beautiful at night. He liked the fact that it had such a rich history and beautiful and diverse culture. There were always people walking, talking, gathering at coffee shops, shopping. It reminded him mildly of St. Petersburg with its glorious statues and ancient buildings. He like everyone else was enamored by Prague Castle. The way that it lit up on clear nights over the city was something from fairytales that he often told Anya. He laughed at the thought. She would often beg their father to buy it, so that they could live in a castle in the city. However, he would have liked to bring Renee here one day and take her out on Golden Lake. While that was as much of a fairytale as Anya living in the castle, he too wished.
Tonight he headed straight for Wenceslas Square. As he passed the mounted statue of Saint Wenceslas, he felt the tension in his back begin to ease. For the many tourists of this city, it was just a place on the map to visit. For him, it was one of the only places in the city where he could relax. By day, the Duplex Club was for business lunches and coffee breaks. However, by night, the swank spot situated at the top of a high building in the centre of Wencelas Square was one of the most elite clubs in the city. And they always had a VIP booth just for him, where he could sit alone or not.
Music blaring, he pulled right in front of the building and parked his car. Lines of people looked on, assuming correctly that he must be someone important. A man in a red shirt ran out to him and offered to park his car for him.
“Just leave it,” Anatoly said, waving him off. “I don’t know how long I’m going to be tonight.”
“Yes, sir,” the man said, opening the door for Anatoly.
He stepped o mof the car and looked up at the building to the club that resembled a glass cube, then checked his watch.
As he stepped towards the front door of the building, the bodyguards opened it for him. The women stopped talking and gawked at him.
In a pair of dark distressed jeans that fit his muscular wide legs, a white cotton t-shirt that clung to his taunt defined muscles and did nothing to hide his many tattoos, he breezed past the well-dressed, suited men and stylishly dressed women into the building.
He exuded confidence that they surely lacked. And where most men liked to travel in packs, he preferred the solitude of his own company when he wanted a drink and blend into the backdrops of society without a label, without a title.
The club was packed when he arrived at the top floor. Stepping out, he felt a woman brush his arm and kiss his ear. He looked over at her and gave a quick grin, but his thoughts sated any desire that he might have had normally.
Moving through the thick crowd and the strobe lights to his booth in the back of the bar, he didn’t have anyone to push the people away for him or to see to his needs. Instead, he was on his own like years ago before he was boss. It felt good to be independent again. With a drink in his hand, he slipped into the booth, and watched the people dancing and talking, kissing and moving in the synchronic motion of the DJ’s music.
He wasn’t even on his second drink before he was approached. A tall, blonde woman in a short silver dress slipped into his booth and smiled.
“Hi,” she said, winking at him under hooded, smoky eyes.
“Hello,” Anatoly said, putting his drink down.
“I saw that you were over here alone, and thought I’d join you. Do you mind?” She put her small silver purse on the table and scooted closer to him.
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