One would think that after the multiple times they've done it, Dimitri's thirst would be quenched by now. But no, it was like the fire inside him was now being fed each and every time they made love, and his need for her just kept on growing. He made love to her so desperately one would think they wouldn't see each other the next day.

She was now more sleepy than ever, her body sated and warmed up by the shower. But as they laid on the bed, she could feel Dimitri rubbing himself against her backside, his hands squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. He was kissing her back this time, giving her goosebumps and getting her wet again.

She didn't even have time to process what was happening, when she felt him inside her, entering her from behind. The sensation she felt was different this time and it seemed he never ran out of positions to make her feel like she was always ready for another round. "Ughhh Dimitri… Ohh… ooohhhh… yes… yes…," the friction from their position made her come yet again.

"Ohh... you're so wet, and so ready for me all the time… I love this… God, I love you!" he screamed out in ecstasy.

They were both spent and very tired. He wiped them both down with a damp towel before joining her in bed again. He kissed her forehead this time and wrapped her in his arms, "Sleep sweetheart, I will always be here, next to you."

The next morning, Dimitri went to see the Russo family. The business world had been buzzing since their arrival, and everybody was excited about their return.

Nicholas, the eldest Russo son, was still a kid when his family went into hiding. It was said it was because of a feud between families, but nobody except the Russo family was exactly sure what happened. The only people who knew were already dead and have kept their secrets to their grave.

Nicholas was just as elusive as Dimitri. He did everything behind the scenes, coordinating with his PA for everything that needed to be done.

People only see him when he was going to kill them, so people would pray to never ever have the misfortune of ever seeing him in their lifetime. He was rumored to be a psychopath in certain circles.

For this special occasion though, Nicholas sent an invitation to Dimitri personally. Dimitri's subordinates had warned him not to go because they could smell that this was going to be a trap. But Dimitri decided to go because he was not just anybody, he was a Santoris, and he had been trained since he was a young boy to protect their empire. He will not take this sitting down, it was time to face the enemy head-on because he cannot lose face in front of his family.

As soon as they reached the designated address, they were asked to alight from their vehicle at the gates. They had to walk all the way to the opening of a compound. They followed a guard down a narrow, dark, empty hallway that led to the basement.

His bodyguards were ordered to stay behind as they took all of Dimitri's weapons. They all screamed their refusal to do so, except for Dimitri. He just nodded to them and followed Nicholas' men down the stairs.

They set up the basement with a table, two chairs, and a hanging light in the middle. It looked like he was being interrogated by the police instead of having a meeting with one of the most dangerous people in the underworld. He wanted to intimidate Dimitri, but it did not work. This was just another page from Dimitri's book, and he was already familiar with this tactic.

"I didn't think you would come, Dimitri," Nicholas said sarcastically, as he came out of nowhere and stepped into the light.

Dimitri came today because of one thing. He wanted to see what Nicholas looked like. He wanted to see his enemy's face so he wouldn't get caught unawares.

They scrutinized and analyzed each other as they sat at the table staring at one another.

Nicholas was not bad-looking, if one did not know his true identity then you could even say that he was handsome. Anybody could fall for his rugged good looks, he had all the makings of a model. He was tall, had a slim, toned build, he was probably the same age as Dimitri, and he had a sculpted face that carried very sharp features and fair skin. Except for the scar on his forehead, that did not negate his handsomeness, instead, it added to it. He was a perfect specimen for ladies who were looking for a husband.

His clothes like Dimitri's were all tailored and customized from Italy, the same Swiss handmade watch that the Aristocratic heirs brandished on their arms, but he was more ostentatious, he had diamonds all around, that was meant to attract anyone's attention. And his hair looked like he was trying to copy Dimitri's hair but failed.

If you look at the men side by side, they could even look like they could be friends, but the difference was that Nicholas' eyes had a hint of oddness about them. Like he was constantly angry, and a smirk was pasted on his face permanently. The thirst for blood was evident in everything he did.

"I want to thank you for accepting my invitation," Nicholas pretended to act cool in front of Dimitri.

"Let's get down to business," Dimitri said, dismissing the niceties.

"Hey! What's this? You're no fun. I still want to talk," Nicholas smirked.

"Why are you trying to sweep my deals from under my feet? Are you trying to monopolize the industry?" Dimitri asked.

"What are you talking about? Isn't that what you've been doing? Why is it wrong, when I'm just doing the same thing?" Nicholas said, matter-of-factly.

"I don't take from innocent people, and I give back to the community. You don't," Dimitri replied.