A STOLEN NAME

CHAPTER 33

*MANOR*

"Use my bathroom.”

Sophia couldn't believe her ears again at the words that came out of Dimitri's mouth. Immediately she woke up.

She woke up to meet herself here, meaning he carried her all the way from the clinic.

She slept on his bed again, and now he wants her to use his bathroom?

What's he planning? She doesn't feel safe about this at all.

He's standing shirtless by the window, leaning on the frame bulkily, his hair scattered over his face as usual.

It's like he has made it his mission to flaunt his body and tattoos in her face these days.

His right hand is in the pocket of his grey sweatpants, and the left one is holding a mug of coffee which he's drinking from.

He drinks coffee?

She never would have thought that.

She's discovering things about him these days that she doesn't even want to.

She got down from the bed, holding the duvet to her chest.

"Only my residential wing bathroom provides the purple soap. I prefer that one," she said.

"My bathroom has the purple soap, too," he replied, tilting his head, and she nodded.

"Ok, but what will I put on?"

He gestured at the bed stand, and she turned there to see a neatly folded big black T-shirt and black trousers, new ones.

"Thank you," she replied with a slight smile before letting go of the duvet reluctantly.

She had to cover her breasts with her palms as she walked into the bathroom, and Dimitri smirked, dropping his coffee mug.

Will her size bra even be available in boutiques? Those titties are too small for a 25-year-old lady.

No. Woman.

She's a woman.

While waiting for her to come out of the bathroom, he received a text from Natalia.

Sociopath: Get to the house RN, there's a meeting.

He rolled his eyes after reading, throwing the phone back on the bed.

Sophia came out of the bathroom at the same time.

His towel on her body. His personal red towel.

He must have forgotten to drop a new towel in the bathroom for her or maybe he did it intentionally.

"Sorry I used your towel, it was the only one available," she said, standing still by the bathroom door.

Dimitri ran his eyes through her wet skin, and his eyes narrowed, as if reassessing the woman standing before him.

For an instant, his mask of indifference slipped, revealing a glimmer of curiosity.

Her short hair, which is already growing long, is all damp, scattering wet strands all over her freckled face.

His eyes roamed over her, lingering on the droplets of water on her skin, and for the first time, he questioned his ability to remain detached.

Sophia couldn't fight the scoff that appeared on her face at his surveillance.

"You've been checking me out for one minute straight, Master Dimitri," she knowingly said, and he immediately recoiled, his eyes going back to cold.

"You're resuming work with Roman tomorrow," he told her, and she felt her head banging.

"No. Master... If this is your way of punishing me, then I refuse it. I can't work for anyone else and you know it. I can't" she said.

"I'm not giving you a choice here, Leo," he insisted.

"Roman will kill me if he finds out my real identity," she insisted too.

"And you think I'm still not going to kill you?" he smirked.

"I don't care; I just can't work for Roman. Please master," she replied.

Without another word, he got a loose shirt from the bed foot and threw it on, leaving the manor afterward.

Sophia sighed, thinking of ways to make him reconsider when he comes back.

Working for Roman means disaster.

Dimitri is a disaster too, but at least she's starting to get used to it.

She moved from the bathroom door and started drying her wet skin, but then someone entered the bedroom.

The pair of black heels caught her eyes first, then she looked up painstakingly slowly, only to meet the unfriendly eyes.

Mila!

"I should have suspected it. You're a female? How dare you!" Mila snarled.

*HOUSE OF VOLKOVS*

"What's the meaning of the s**t you tried out at my clinic overnight?!" Roman barked immediately when Dimitri came in.

Everyone else is in.

Viktor is sitting at the side of the table . . . Roman, Sin and Katya are sitting in front of him.

Elena is sitting at another side . . . only Natalia is sitting in front of her.

Dimitri joined her, ignoring Roman.

"I'm talking to you bastard!" Roman sprang up when he got no reply.

Dimitri continued the silence, taking his seat beside Natalia.

"Stravinsky is dead, and the top 5 are incomplete. A new member has been added. There's a meeting later today to introduce him." Viktor spoke up.

"Is that all?" Dimitri replied, looking bored.

"I think it's high time we split, too," Elena spoke up.

"What are you talking about?" Viktor faced her.

"You're starting to treat my kids like outcasts, and I won't take that! Double-crossing Dimitri will never make sense to me and who knows what you might do to Natalia too!" Elena snapped.

"What would I probably do to her when she's already ruined? One day, she'll slice her own throat with that knife, and I won't have to see her again," Viktor replied nonchalantly.

Natalia's face is frozen like she didn't care, but her hands are shaking under the table at the harsh words.

Dimitri stretched his hand to her hands, holding her.

Natalia looked at him, and she calmed down.

"So, what's it gonna be? Are We splitting or not?" Sin asked from Viktor's side without any care.

"Splitting is cool. At least, the bastards will be known and the real children of The Pakhan will come to light too! Let's tell the whole of Russia that Katya, Semyon, and I are the only children of Viktor! We're the only true Volkovs, while the other two only borrowed the surname!" Roman spat.

"Shut it, Roman!" Katya snapped at him.

"No! You shut up!" Roman yelled at her.

"You make me laugh, Roman," Sin muttered, and Roman kicked him.

Sin fell from his chair to the ground.

"You're old for nothing," Natalia said from Elena's side.

"Repeat that!" Roman stormed to her, but before he could arrive, Dimitri had already stood, jumping over the table.

He kicked Roman in the neck and on the chest at the same time, and Roman fled with a life-threatening force, back to Viktor's side.

"Urghh!!" He groaned on the ground, and Sin began laughing.

Katya smiled, and Natalia left the hall.

"We're done here," Dimitri said, rolling eyes at Viktor and Elena before following Natalia.

Natalia had already gone far when he got out, so he decided to go straight to his manor.

He needs to mold something or hit something to douse his anger.

He turned to leave, but then he saw Lady Seraphina, bringing breakfast to the house.

Arina was beside her, but immediately the little girl's eyes met Dimitri's lifeless ones she quickly hid behind Lady Seraphina.

"Good morning, Death," Seraphina greeted.

Dimitri ignored it totally, leaving the place.

*MANOR*

A hot fight is currently ongoing, and Mila is obviously winning.

Sophia is trying all she can do so her back wound won't open again.

If it opens again, then it'll kill her, so she decided to let Mila do her thing.

She's under Mila on the ground, and Mila is bashing her wildly in the face.

"You f*****g b***h! You deceived the establishment? If the remaining top members hear about this, do you think they'll take it lightly that a woman actually killed Stravinsky? Even the Pakhan won't stop them from killing you!" Mila yelled, throwing another punch.

Sophia guided her face though, so the damage was minimal.

"Vera has been crushing on a female? You're unbelievable! A slut! Did you deceive Master too? Huh!!" Mila yelled, raising another punch to deliver.

The entry of Dimitri stopped her, and when she looked up to see him, she stood by Sophia . . .

"Death, she has been . . .

"Do you know why I'm considered Death?" Dimitri's icy voice interrupted her.

His eyes were on Sophia on the floor as he spoke.

Mila shifted back. "What are you...

"Because every man has the pride of never laying their hands on women and children no matter the sin they commit, but me?" Dimitri muttered, coming closer, his madness scenting thickly in the air.

"I am different, and it takes a lot of strategy to be as f****d up in the head as I am. I kill bitchy women, and I murder crazy kids, which is why no one ever crosses my path no matter the situation, but you made the bloody mistake of coming close! In my house, my space, my vicinity!!!" Dimitri thundered.

"Mas . . .ter . . ." Mila swallowed skittishly as he took the last step to her, his eyes shimmering with overcooked rage.

He grabbed her savagely by the hair, and she screamed out when he dragged her to the mirrored walls.

He slammed her forehead on the first segment, breaking the glasses to bits with it.

"f**k!!!!!!!!!!!! Please!!!!" Mila cried as her blood covered her face and blouse like a shower.

"Keep quiet, there are still eight more segments to break," Dimitri muttered with a deep inhumane voice.

Sophia's mouth widened.