A STOLEN NAME

CHAPTER 60

*DOWNTOWN~ A PRIVATE GAZEBO*

Since the spot belongs to Sergey and is in one of the most protected parts of the district, Dimitri chose to hold the meeting there.

He'll be meeting with the top 5 today, and Sergey, as their head, is hosting them.

The five were already waiting when Dimitri's limousine halted beside the gazebo.

Lev drove him here, and he quickly came down to open the door for him.

Dimitri stepped out, wearing the expensive tailored tux he hates so much, just to fit into the setting.

Lev waited beside the car as he entered the building.

He sat beside Sergey.

"Being late to meetings is a habit that'll get you disqualified as the future Pakhan," one of them said.

"The boss rules, not follow," Dimitri replied sharply, and that one reclined back to his seat.

"Your sharp tongue too," another one said, and Dimitri smirked.

"It's unbuilt, don't criticize it. I hate critics," he muttered threateningly, and the third one hit his palms on the table.

"You're arrogantly rude too. This only means everything Viktor said about you is true. You're not fit to be a leader," he said, and Dimitri unbuttoned the chest button of his dress shirt, revealing his chest tattoos.

"What did he tell you? That I'm mad? My head is f****d up? I'm a beast?" He said nonchalantly.

"We won't take this nonchalance anymore!" the fourth one said and stood.

The other three stood too.

Sergey just remained in his seat, not moving nor talking.

"Sit down," Dimitri told all four of them at once, and the men exchanged amused glances.

Dimitri glared thornily.

"Sit. Down," he ordered, and they went back to their seats.

"Winning against Viktor and Roman doesn't only involve inside war, I need your votes too, and I'll get it," Dimitri said with unflappable confidence.

"Why don't we wait till Viktor's death first, then this conversation can continue" the first one said, and Dimitri rested back on his chair as the four stood again.

This time, he decided to let them go.

Their cars zoomed off, leaving Dimitri with Sergey inside the gazebo.

"You called them here to talk, but you ended up chasing them away with your tongue," Sergey finally spoke.

"I'm rest assured I have your vote, right? If Viktor's vote is equivalent to three as the Pakhan, then your vote as the head of the top 5 should be equivalent to two," Dimitri said.

"You have my vote, but you know the condition," Sergey said craftily, and Dimitri stood, his mood changing.

"You're lucky I'm not in the mood to see blood," he said and left the building, taking off his suit.

While walking to the car, he saw someone from his peripheral vision.

The person is in a low shrub close to the gazebo, snapping secret pictures of him.

Dimitri smirked knowingly before entering the car.

Lev drove him away, and a minute into the drive, he got a message from Vera.

Immediately he opened it, his eyes twitched.

It's a picture of her with Sophia at the boutique. He specifically told her to send pictures.

He zoomed in on Sophia's face only.

In the picture, she's standing in front of a showcase that has a really pretty female dress inside, the color red . . ..his favorite.

The admiration in her eyes are ethereal, and he zoomed in on her eyes too . . . those oceanic eyes of hers.

He couldn't stop staring at them, and he just knew he's f****d.

Lev stopped the car at a silent part of the town where rocks and mountains are prevalent.

Together, they came out of the car and walked down the stony path.

Only the chirping of birds and the thin ray of sunlight in the moody sky accompanied them till they arrived at a catacomb.

Dimitri led the way in, and Lev followed behind till they got to a dusty part of the rock.

On top of it is Stravinsky's body.

Without wasting much time, Lev got a waiting keg of gasoline and wet the body with it.

Dimitri got his cigar zippo and lightened it, throwing it on the body.

It caught fire, burning brightly through the rocks.

Dimitri rolled his eyes away from it, remembering his promise to Mercy.

Now he's fulfilling that s**t.

"Wait till it burns out, then bring me the ashes in a jar," he said.

"Yes Master," Lev respectfully replied, and Dimitri left the catacombs.

*TOLSTOY'S CLOSET*

Tolstoy's closet is located in the heart of Moscow, and also, the boutique is the most expensive one here, so Vera insisted they went there.

They've been shopping for almost two hours, but Sophia made sure to shop in moderation.

Everything here is damn expensive, and she doesn't want to outdo herself.

It's a unisex boutique, so there are female dresses too, and she was caught drooling several times.

The underwear section is insane!

G-string panties and net ones with precious stones, then sexy bras, thongs, and lingerie.

How would they feel on her skin again?

It's only been three months as a boy, and she's already missing the female side of herself so much.

How would Dimitri look at her if he saw her in G-strings and the thong bra?

She shook off that thought as fast as it came.

Not Dimitri... Please.

Vera paid for the things they got in just five bags, then they left the boutique.

"Hope Master won't get mad that you didn't spend well," Vera said …

"I bought ten shirts, boxers and trousers, three boots too . . ." Sophia said.

"Exactly my point, too small. We didn't even spend up to one million rubles," Vera replied.

"I'm fine with what I got," Sophia said, and Vera shrugged as they set the bags in the car trunk.

While doing that, Sophia's eyes caught someone at the other side of the road, beside a mosque.

She turned there completely, but she saw no one.

Was she hallucinating again?

"Let's go, Leo," Vera entered the car.

"Sure," Sophia sighed, getting in with her.

Immediately Vera started the drive, Sophia got a text.

She checked sluggishly, but when she saw it, her bones set themselves on fire.

• “Hey Soph, can we meet tomorrow? I missed you, and we need to talk.””

Only one person in the whole world calls her Soph.

Her eyes widened . . . She wasn't hallucinating earlier.

It's Adrian!

*CLAN, HOUSE OF VOLKOVS*

Roman barged into Viktor's office, and luckily, he met him on seat.

He dropped several pictures on his desk, and Viktor began checking them out.

They're pictures of Dimitri's meeting with the top 5 a while ago.

"And?" Viktor looked up with a scowl.

"Are you seriously calm now? What if they all eventually vote for him? Dimitri is more manipulative than anyone of us!" Roman shouted.

His face is still scarred from Dimitri's punches.

"The top 5 are with me. I'm not sure about Sergey though. Let's just say I have four of them on my side," Viktor calmly said.

"Make Sergey join our side too!" Roman impatiently said.

"There's a strong relationship between Sergey and Dimitri. You know that," Viktor said.

"Then destroy it!" Roman spat.

"So you'll proudly sit down and watch me fight for you? Are you gonna be useless till the end?" Viktor sneered, and Roman went silent.

"If you're gonna to be a future leader, then show the attributes now!" Viktor gnarled, and Roman's head went bowed.

"I'll handle it," he said and left.

Viktor rested back, adjusting his glasses on his nose bridge with a cunning smile.

"Leader? You? What a joke," he grinned.

*NATALIA'S SUITE*

Arina's health kept Lady Seraphina so busy, so Natalia's chamomile tea arrived late, at exactly 2pm.

She opened the door to get it, and she met Paval waiting with the tea tray.

"Why you again?" She asked moodily.

"I got it myself since Seraphina is busy. It calms you down, and you can't risk not taking it for a day," he replied, coming in to set the tray on the table.

She walked behind him, her knife in hand, but he slowly took it away from her.

"Drop this, at least," he said.

"Strange. Why are you calm today? I like your rude, blunt side better," she replied with a slight smile.

"You should take the tea, I'm off to duty," he said and made to leave, but Natalia's arms were already around him, hugging him tight like her airbag.

"I can't breathe," he said, coughing lightly.

"Tea doesn't calm me down, you do," she replied, shutting her eyes.

Paval's throat bobbed, then slowly, he hugged her back.

Natalia smiled.