Hit List - Complete

Nightlife and Childhood Friends

Dimitri is going to love his surprise. When discussing who we wanted to punish back in Novosibirsk, he had mentioned wanting to find his father, but that it would either be too risky getting to him or challenging to find. Fortunately for me, Dimitri never took into account that I would approach my moroi father in a business request, but I run the risk of the backlash when he finds out I disobey his one request – to stay away from Abe Mazur.

Walking into the living room, I meet Dominic's gaze, and I'm confused about the awkward look that crosses his face. Frowning at him as I round the corner, my curious gaze turns to stone seeing a red-haired woman perched on Dimitri's lap, hands splayed on his chest.

"Uh. Who is this?" I demand, tossing my clutch onto the coffee table and placing my hands on my hips.

The red-head smiles at me and crosses her legs. "I'm Delilah, you are?" she says in a snippy tone. I grit my teeth together and look at Dimitri, who has a stoic look on his face.

"Rose. What are you doing on my man's lap?" I bite back, glaring at the two of them. I am vibrating from anger, and when neither of them answers, I turn to look at Dominic, and he stands from his seat, bolting from the room.

"Fine. Don't let me interrupt then." I snarl and stalk out of the room towards our bedroom, yanking my earring out as I kick the door open. Who the hell does he think he is, bring that into our home and having the balls to do that? I'm sure if I was capable of crying, I'd have angry tears rolling down my cheeks.

Throwing my earrings down on the dresser and grabbing the first thing my hands reach, I turn and whip a vase across the room, shattering it against the wall in rage. "That seems a little adolescent," Dimitri grumbles from behind me, causing me to spin around and pin him with my glare.

"If you'd like to keep your limbs, you'd fuck off!" I snap, walking into the closet to change. But the dumbass that he is thinks he's smart and follows me into the closet.

"Where were you?" he asks coldly. I ignore him and reach around to unclasp the eye and hook on my dress. Grappling for a moment and hissing in frustration, I feel a larger set of hands bat mine out of the way and unhook and pull the zipper down enough for me to reach it. I jerk away and shimmy out of my dress, kicking it to the side.

"I was out taking care of something; I don't need to report my every move to you. Why were you all cozied up with that whore?" I snark, bending to unbuckle my heels. Stepping out of them and pulling out clothes to change into, keeping my back to him while I silently fume.

Dressing and shoving past him back into the bedroom, I move towards the door, and he yanks me back. "You didn't answer my question," he growls, and I react on instinct, and slap him across the face.

"Let. Go. Of. Me!" I hiss, yanking back from him, but he grips my arm harder. "And, to be frank, you never answered mine."

"Why were you meeting Zmey?"

I scoff and shake my head. Of course, he already knew where I was; he is just being spiteful. I have to force myself from tearing into him because I know that if I start, there is a very good chance one of us would not be making it out of that fight. I may be pissed at him, but I still need him just as much as he needs me.

We stare each other down, flames dancing in his eyes, his jaw twitching as he grinds his teeth together. I raise my brows at him and glare at him, waiting for him to answer me.

"I think you know exactly why I was meeting with my father. " I say, moving closer and getting into his face. "We have people we are looking for, and if you can't find them, Abe can," I whisper, jabbing him in the chest with my finger and ripping myself from his grip.