32. Dmitri
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
dmitri
I ’ve always been afraid of Bianca. She’s a force. She’s skilled and smart. But right now, watching her glow in the presence of a diabolical plan to take out her own father, I am terrified. I watch her face as the street light flashes across it, and she has never looked more beautiful. I’ve tried to be the son my father wanted, but he already had the perfect son, her. She’s been destined to take over since we were kids, and I will do anything in my power to make sure she gets what she deserves.
“Are you really ready for this?” I ask genuinely.
“Never been more ready.” She answers, keeping her eyes on the road.
“I just feel like maybe we should think all of this through.”
“Are you doubting me? Really, D?” She huffs.
“No, I just can’t help but feel like we are forgetting something. I don’t know.”
“It’s going to be fine, just trust me.”
I don’t say anything back. I do trust her. I trust her more than myself or anyone else in the entire world. I sit silently as we return to the manor. I’m afraid of losing her. I’m afraid that the old guard is going to figure out it was us and they are going to take her. All our men respect her but they have been taking orders from the old dudes their whole life. If they turn on her, I fear that everyone will take their side and she will get killed. I start to devise a plan of my own. My plans usually end with her cleaning up the mess I made, but this time, I think I am on to something.
We get home, and I follow her upstairs. The guards at his door look me up and down. They know I don’t give a fuck about my father and I can see the distrust on their faces.
I tell them in Russian: “I’m not a monster, he is still my father and I want to see how he is doing. Don’t forget. I’m family, you’re just fleshy walls.”
It sounds better in Russian.
When we get inside, I quickly make my may to his machines. I start working on them and try my best to not blow myself up.
After about fifteen minutes, I finish my work. I wipe my brow and walk over to Bianca. She had been working on some files at the desk and putting things into her bag.
“I did what I needed to. I’m going to head to bed.”
“Alright, I’m trying to get everything I need to take out of here, and then I’m just going to crash in here. I’ll see you in the morning. Love you.”
“Love you,” I respond as I head back out the door.
I walk back to my quarters and get myself ready for bed.
I wake to my screaming alarm and quickly turn it off. After a few grunts, I force myself out of bed and into a shower. I carefully wash my face and body, still healing from the Moretti ambush.
At this point we have such a bigger fight ahead, I don’t even care about Gio anymore. I may have deserved that one, anyway.
Either way, I’ve never seen my sister like this. Dante seems to genuinely care for her and I know my mother would approve. That’s all I need. Everything Bianca has done for me in my life, I would do anything for her. Especially if it means my fucking piece of shit father would no longer share a planet with me.
I basically skipped to the garage, elated by what was to come. Coffee, Bianca, explosions, and a dead dad? This might be the best morning of my life.