Mafias Sweetheart

Part 10 -Perfect-

The four of us sat in the back of a limousine, Dimitri, Armen and Nick were all talking in Russian, far too fast for me to pick much of it up whist i stared out the window.

I wore a little black dress with a pair of tights and some heels, a long warm coat on top as the winter air was fierce today.

I hadn't been told much about the plan for today, apart from the fact that when we arrived at the hotel i would be dressed and made ready, sure to be looking like a million dollars by the end of it.

Dimitris phone rang.

'Da (yes)' He answered bluntly.

His eyebrow raised as he looked to me strangely, my interest peaking as the muffled noise on the other line spoke quickly.

'You sure?' He asked.

'Fine, ill speak to her about it' He said, hanging the phone up and returning it to his pocket.

'Everything okay?' Armen asked, smoking his second joint in the forty minutes we had been in the car for.

Dimitri nodded, his eyes remaining on mine for a few more seconds before looking out the window, clearly deep in thought.

I brushed the interaction off and carried on distracting myself for the rest of the drive.

Around two hours or so later we pulled up outside one of the fanciest hotels id ever seen. It was an old, yet distinguished building with a long driveway overlooking a large lake and beautiful scenery. The men got out and i followed, noticing how Nick was always stood a few feet behind me we walked into the entrance, our bags being taken by the concierge.

'Good afternoon Mr Solokov, here are the keys to your rooms, is there anything i can get for you and your company?' A receptionist asked, his eyes fearful as he spoke to Dimitri.

'No that will be all' Dimitri muttered, taking the keys and walking over to an elevator, a member of staff pressing the top floor button as i stood in front of Dimitri, taking in my surroundings.

'This is insane' I commented in awe as i walked inside the room, a huge window overlooking the lake where the sun was going down.

'It's okay' Dimitri shrugged, placing the bags on the bed before shutting the door behind the two of us.

I turned around, facing him as he looked at me strangely again, the same way he did in the car.

'Is something wrong?' I asked, opening my bag to unpack.

'When were you going to tell me your severely anaemic?' He confronted.

I stopped pulling out my clothes, not expecting those words to leave his mouth.

'Uh, how do you know that?' I asked casually, turning to look at him.

'I looked deeper into your past now that you are staying here, i pulled your medical files from the last ten years and found out, your supposed to be having hospital appointments every month to make sure your heart doesn't stop and taking pills daily' He told me, stepping closer 'Which you haven't picked up in weeks'

I laughed nervously 'Do you know how expensive those pills are?, the last time i went to one of those checkups i got no help and a five hundred dollar check, from then on i had to decide between hospital appointments, or rent' I told him.

He nodded, his hands sliding into his pockets.

'You have an appointment with my doctor tomorrow afternoon, your pills will be refilled then' He told me, talking me off guard.

'What?' I muttered, wondering why this was something he cared about.

'I can take you or if you'd prefer Nick will escort you, either way your going' He finished.

I smiled, nodding.

'Thank you' I said quietly.

'Moneys never been an issue for me, and its not for you anymore' He added, his hand tucking a piece of my long, brown locks behind my ear, looking deep into my eyes.

I felt my cheeks grow warmer, a memory of what we did a few nights ago resurfacing.

'Also, i know you may be planning some kind of outburst later, maybe try and make another break for it or something, however tonight's important...what they see from me and also you tonight can affect the way they view our organisation, so don't try anything' He told me, his face serious and stern.

'To be completely honest I've given up with the escaping' I chuckled, the faintest smile crossed his face before the door knocked, a team of men and women walking in holding multiple dress bags and a suitcase full of makeup and hair equipment.

Dimitri left, leaving me with the makeover team.

'Wow' I muttered, looking in the mirror at my appearance.

I was wearing a floor length golden gown, fitting tightly to my body as my hair was in a perfectly constructed up-do, multiple strands framing my face and diamond earrings in my lobes.

I looked like some kind of princess.

'Our work here is done' The man who did my hair said, clearing up his things as the team left.

I couldn't stop looking at myself, it was so strange to be dressed in all of this glamour when inside i was a broke, eighteen year old who's most luxurious item was probably a toaster i found on the sidewalk.

'SUKA! Were leaving!' Armens voice bellowed from the next room.

I took a shaky breath and walked out the door.

Nick was wearing a smart suit and tucking a gun into his holster as he whispered something sneakily to one of the valets, slipping him a piece of paper with him number and winking. Armen's jaw had dropped to the floor as he looked at me, a blonde girl sat on his lap wearing a black dress which had basically her whole chest on show.

'Fucking hell' Armen commented, a smirk on his face as he looked to Dimitri who was turned away, checking his phone.

'We should-' Dimitri started as he turned around, stopping in his tracks as his eyes met mine.

His eyes searched my body, his face softening and his usual stern expression being replaced with lust.

'You look good' He told me, looking incredible himself.

He looked to the others, nodding his head towards the door in a not so discreet way.

They left swiftly, Armens hand gripping the blondes arse and slapping it as they walked out the door. Dimitri made his way over to me, a red velvet box in his hand as he stood behind me, the pair of us looking in the mirror.

He opened it, revealing the most impeccable diamond necklace, perfectly matching the earrings.

He took it out of the box, towering over me as he delicately wrapped in around my neck, i felt his breath on the back of my neck as he did the clasp up, running his hand over my shoulder as he took the picture of me in.

'Perfect' he whispered, holding his arm out for me to take. I slid my arm under his, feeling much more at ease going into the devils den by his side.