Enslaved By Him

Chapter 2: Dimitri Chang

Dimitri ran his hand through his white hair as he inhaled his cigarette. His other was still holding this hilt of the knife that was buried in the man's stomach. He had made sure not to hit anything vital but there was still plenty of blood. Stomachs were an especially leaky place. The man was whimpering tears because he couldn't scream. The gag in his mouth prevented that. Thank god. He couldn't stand crying.

"So, you're telling me that I simply...miscounted twelve grand?" Dimitri asked cooly after pulling the cigarette out of his mouth with his fingers and blew the smoke in the man's face.

The man before him had been one of his lower level sharks. The men who preyed on the weak and gained money in interest. Money that helped keep his real business going. Yeah, maybe it was pocket change, but if he let this slide, everyone would think they could skim from him and that would not do at all. He had to make an example.

To the public, he was one of the most influential alternative models with over 4 million followers over the world. Behind the scenes, he was the son of one of the most powerful members of the Triad. The first often helped him get to people he normally never would which is why his father permitted it.

The man tried to scream out his protests, but the gag prevented nothing more than grunts. His face was beyond recognition, not that Dimitri would have known who he was before tonight.

"You see, my friend, I don't take it lightly when people steal from me, but I'm kinder than my father." He stood up, giving the man a momentary relief from the pressure he was putting into his stomach. "If he found out that you were stealing...oh...the torture would be for days. He'd keep you awake for it all too and you'd eventually go insane from the pain."

Dimitri kneeled down to face level with him, knowing that he wouldn't be going anywhere. His men had secured him to that chair well.

"Me? I don't have time for that. I've got places to be." He yanked the knife out of the man's gut and thrust the blade up into his jaw hard enough to ram to the hilt. Hot blood shot out in heavy spurts as the man's body twitched wildly. It wasn't uncommon. The blade hit the brain which would trigger a short circuit in the nervous system.

He didn't even bother pulling out the blade. He knew one of the men pulling the body away would give it back to him. Another held out a silk napkin out for him to wipe his hands. "Find someone else to take his place and insist on the high goal I expect to make up for this s**t head."

Dimitri didn't pay attention to see if anyone heard him. He knew it would be carried out. No one wanted to cross him. No one dared even to talk back to him.

Well… almost no one. That woman from the award party was still on his mind, even months later and it bothered him. He f****d anyone that he wanted and he always forgot about them. For some reason, he couldn't forget her. There was just something about her face the morning after though that stayed with him. Most women cried. Others were gone before even he woke, but she had been furious. Offended even! When she called him a slut he had been stunned. He hadn't even had the opportunity to say anything back and he always had the last word.

It had made him host several more parties just so he could see her again...but she never showed. Dimitri found her Nstagram wondering if it would give him any indication to her whereabouts. It didn't. Her fan base was just under 60k so she wouldn't have attracted the interest of the major leagues like him yet that he could use to his advantage. Sure he could simply have his guys find her, but he didn't want to take it that far. It also irked him to see that she didn't follow him. Four million followers and she wasn't one of them. It bruised his ego more than he'd like to admit.

She was beautiful like any other model he'd been with, but she had been real. Her dark eyes and hair seemed to contrast her pale skin like a porcelain doll and her curves had been real, not bought. A natural beauty was a rarity in their profession.

Damn it all, it pissed him off to still be thinking about her. It had gotten bad enough to where he dreamt of being inside her again and again and again.

"Your car is ready to go, sir." Someone said behind him. Dimitri simply tossed the silk napkin and walked toward the front. He needed to do something to get her out of his head and he had a place in mind.

The Maserati waiting for him was one of the many he owned. Cars for him were like socks for most people. It simply was one option out of many for the month.

The club he rolled up to ten minutes later was the most popular in town. Serenity. Heavy on the alcohol, music, drugs, and women. Though he avoided the drugs. Only weak people allowed drugs to take over their need for everything else. There was also a rule he followed. You don't use what you push. It's counterproductive.

As usual, valet recognized him on the spot. He tossed the keys without waiting for the boy to get to his car and bypassed the line to walk inside. He owned this place after all.

Immediately, he was greeted by the usual swarm of women. Each one he had already had f****d in the bathrooms. The only reason he remembered them was because they came here every night in hopes for a second or even third chance. If he didn't have a public image to protect, he'd tell them all to f**k off and they hadn't been that good a lay. But he simply smiled and excused himself to go to his normal booth. There he would be free of their advances. Thank god.

Two of his boys were already waiting for him. Unlike most of the people who worked for him, he knew their names. Sven was a 6'9 Russian with an accent as heavy as his frame. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a goatee worthy of the vikings. Then there was Amir. His dark hair curled to his shoulders. The suit he wore was something Dimitri's father would have always preferred him to be in, but he hated how constrained suits felt.

"Fuckin whores man. Never leave you alone." Sven scowled. The man had an intense hatred for women for whatever reason. Not that he cared. It wasn't his business.

He simply shrugged and accepted the drink one if the waitresses placed down in front of him. She didn't even glance at them because she knew better.

"Maybe you shouldn't give such good d**k?" Amir snickered and nodded his head in the direction of girls who were desperately waiting for Dimitri to look at them.

He didn't. He was used to the routine.

"Whatever. Just tell me how the east side is going." He leaned back into the curved cushions.

"Jason is pushing the merch and estimates twenty large." Sven said and took a drink of his Heineken. Those icy blue eyes scanning the crowd for any potential threats.

"No setbacks?" Dimitri pushed.

"We'll see, but he says no."

Amir leaned forward a small smile on his face. "We'll own it soon. The Jamaicans have been losing their clients left and right after your 'persuasion'."

He was talking about how Dimitri beheaded Gray Brawley in front of his family just before he ordered their deaths. He had been a major buyer of Jamaican product and heavily influenced others because they viewed him as untouchable. Dimitri liked proving people wrong. News like that traveled fast.

"Check your three o'clock, boss. Pretty number has been watching you since you walked in. Seems different than the normal." Amir whispered discreetly.

He looked to his left and it took him only a second to spot her. The woman he couldn't get out of his head for the last two months. When his eyes found her, she was looking away from him. Some asshole was standing mostly in the way so all he could see was from her shoulders up. Her full lips were painted a burgundy so dark it almost looked black. Her full lashes fanned out and he remembered that she didn't wear false ones. Then she turned to look at him. There was no warmth in that stare. In fact, he had never felt more like a bug in his life.

It pissed him off and made him harden at the same time.

Fuck.

Then she beckoned him to come to her and walked toward the bathrooms.

"Who the hell is that?" Amir chuckled. Clearly he saw what Dimitri had seen.

"I'm going to find out." Though he knew exactly who she was. He chugged his drunk and stood up. When Sven made the motion to stand with him, he shook his head. Sven was unhappy about it but he stayed seated.

He followed her into the hallway and found her leaning against the wall. She was wearing an outfit that easily would have gained her preferential entry. Her toned stomach was exposed, showing off a belly button ring with a bat charm. The tattoos he remembered curved from her ankle up to her ribs. The six inch studded boot heels pushed up her ass in that pathetic excuse for a skirt. It was more like a bathing suit and the bikini top only helped with the image. Fishnets hugged her toned thighs and went under the skirt to hug her waist.

When she looked up at him, her dark wavy hair framed her face and that same defiant anger made her utterly beautiful to him. He wanted to take her again and have her moan out his name like last time. Oh, yeah. He wanted that very much.

Dimitri hadn't even thought about what he was going to say to her since he was still shocked to see her again. But he didn't need to because she straightened and thrust her hand out to his chest. At first he thought she meant to stop him from approaching too close but then he realized she was holding something.

"I never wanted to f*****g see you again, but seeing as this isn't just my mistake, I thought you should know." Her sexy little voice growled out at him.

When he grabbed what she was holding he had to laugh, because she had to be joking. The fact that this didn't make him immediately lose his hard on told him just how bad he wanted this woman. It was a pregnancy test that clearly was positive. "What the hell is this?"

Her pretty eyes narrowed. "What the f**k do you think it is, dumb ass? Can you not f*****g read English?"

Okay, now he was getting irritated. "Yeah, I can read f*****g English, but this s**t won't work on me. If you're knocked up, it isn't mine. Nice try. Though I'm flattered you chose me to pawn it off on. Not surprised, but flattered."

She crossed her arms, not once averting her eyes from him. "You're the only man I've slept with in almost a year, Dimitri. Unless this is a f****d up version of the Virgin Mary story, then you're it."

He rolled his eyes. He had several women pull this act on him every year. Except there was one thing they didn't know. "I can't have kids. Go tell the real baby daddy-"

She punched him in the face hard enough to send him to his knees and he hadn't even seen it coming. He may have fallen a bit in love with her right then.

What! A! f*****g! Woman!

"f**k you! I'm not lying! I don't want to even look at you let alone beg you for f*****g money! You're the f*****g w***e here! Not me! I knew this was a f*****g mistake...you know what? I'll just raise this baby on my own! If you're really sterile then I guess you'll never know the only f*****g child you'll ever have! Fuckin dumb ass b***h…"

His head was still spinning by the time she stomped off. f**k! She had a mean ass hook!

"What the hell?" Amir was suddenly there. Had he blacked out? Son of a...

"Where did she go?" He groaned as he moved his jaw around to make sure she hadn't broken it.

"Who? The girl?"

He nodded.

"She left. Do I need to silence her?" Amir's voice held that edge that hinted at the butcher he was.

"No! No! I want…" He spit out blood and found himself laughing. "f**k! I think I just found my wife!" He knew Amir was shocked without having to look at him. He couldn't believe he said it either. "I want her found, but that's it. No one is to approach her. I want to see where she goes, who she sees, where she lives."

Amir arched an eyebrow and helped him to his feet. He pulled out a silk napkin to hand to him. He was still bleeding out of his mouth. "May I be bold and ask why?"

Dimitri pushed the little plastic wand he was still holding at the man. "For some reason I don't entirely disbelieve her."

Amir blinked at the thing in his hands for a bit before he whispered out, "Shiiiit…"

Yeah. s**t was right.