"I still don't understand how this affects my going to Italy with you guys" Viv said, throwing her hands in the air exasperatedly

"Since you and Dominikov's relationship is just a one year agreement, chances are, he isn't going to throw a huge wedding party. Just something small, but still as significant. As he can't even afford his face to be known as well. Just an inner circle celebration. This is going to be a trying year for Dominikov because all eyes are going to be on him. Watching. Always watching. Seeing if he truly is the right leader for them. A good leader should probably be able to control his own wife right? Both in and out of bed. Now, how would it look like if the wife of the leader of the Order killed one of the founding council members?" Cole suggested walking over to sit down

"Dominikov might get so mad and unpredictable, he'd do something we'd probably not want him to do. Like kill someone." Ryan said

"In other words, mad and unpredictable Dominikov, is exactly the kind of Dominikov we don't need" Nath said

"Exactly. Since you're going to be around him a lot more often as from now on. So for your sake we need him to be.. human-like. I don't know what I'd do, if he hurt you, because of something we did" Flick murmured, staring, his eyes pleading with her to understand

She almost told them it was too late. She'd been scalded and bruised up already. In the sweetest possible way. Her body still craved the sweet release only he could give. Her traitrous body still hummed to his touch

"Thanks guys. I really appreciate the concern, but I'm going on this mission. There's thirty of us now right? Because of the added personnels we're bringing to work with us from the lower field offices. We don't even need to show our faces around the exact scene of the action. We go in quietly, leave quietly. They wouldn't even know it was us 'cause fact is, there are different ways to kill a man without using a gun. In three days, the Italian dies"

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Dmitri sat in a very attractive cubicle at the La Louisa. A very popular but reserved French hotel and restaurant in Philadelphia.

The soft glow of the lights made the place so much more romantic.

Just then Barbara showed up, all poise, sex and glory on a red scantily clad dress that left next to nothing to the imagination, her hair in an admittedly beautiful up do.

"Dmitri" she acknowledged

"Barbara" he hummed

She sat at the one chair across from him, and somehow, it didn't quite sit well with him. Because he kept on imagining someone else in that chair. Another face. One that wasn't Barbara's.

"Congratulations on the copycat paintings you did. They were sold at crazily exorbitant prices a day to the Art opening. So that by the time the actual real paintings were put up for sale, the price and value of it had greatly dropped to less than half" Barbara commended

"You're looking very beautiful today Bobby" he commented, changing the topic. He really didn't want to discuss art with Barbara, because he wanted to discuss it with someone else.

"Do I really? The Dmitri I know would have taken off this dress by now, taken me up and then fucked me senseless of course not necessarily in that order" she said matter-of-factly

His breath hitched

"Not today Bob. Why are you here? You called me and demanded that we needed to see this very minute. What is it?" instantly entering business mode, Dmitri asked

"I learnt that you recently took up classes at the art institute" she broched up

"Yes I did" he answered simply

"Why? I mean we both know you don't need it. You're one of the best artist I've ever know. And I know alot by the way" She asked, staring straight at him and pouring a glass of wine for herself

"Is this what we're doing now Barb? Questioning each other's personal affairs?" he returned, pushing his chair back, and crossing his legs

"Dmitri...every girl feels on top of the world when the guy she likes, shows her all the attention in the world. You're making me feel the opposite right now. Who's Rovanna to you? I was the one who told you about her in the first place, not so she could become your next little side bitch..."

"Watch your tone Barbara. You should know by now who you're talking to" Dmitri said his eyes instantly getting cold, he was becoming bored by the minute.

"So she is more than a side bitch then? Every girl's gonna lash out when she feels her position is being threatened. Who the fuck is Rovanna Goucher to you Dmitri?" Barbara asked again

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