Anatoly Medlov: Complete Reign by Latrivia S. Nelson

Author:Latrivia S. Nelson [Nelson, Latrivia S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Urban Life, Urban, Fiction, Romance, Suspense, Thrillers, Memphis (Tenn.), Mafia, African American
ISBN: 9780983218616
Google: PclDngEACAAJ
Amazon: 0983218617
Publisher: RiverHouse Publishing, LLC
Published: 2011-01-15T11:04:39+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

The sun had nearly set by the time that everyone made it out to the other side of the farm. Walking through the rich soil with their pants rolled up past their ankles, they talked about what a great investment the winery had been and how marvelous Victoria’s work had been.

Anatoly was silent. With a growl, he followed his father and Victoria and watched Gabriel carefully. He had told his father, but he didn’t know if it had registered. He did not trust the man. What was blind obedience if a man questioned authority down to the very minute? When his father had ordered him to kill someone, he had done it without hesitation or reason. Plus, he had hoped the damned gun was loaded. He would have liked nothing more than to see Victoria’s brains splattered against the concrete.

A small smile tugged at the side of his lip as he looked at the back of her head. She went on talking and pointing, like the queen of the Nile, showing them all what the farmers had done, taking credit for their work. All she had done was what she was supposed to do. What was great in that?

“What are you brooding over?” Dmitry asked, falling back from the crowd. He motioned for his and Anatoly’s bodyguards to walk in front of them.

“I don’t see why I have to stomach her much longer,” Anatoly answered his father under his breath. “She irritates me.”

Dmitry shook his head. “It’s hard to whisper when I’m this tall.” He looked over the vines of the vast farm and breathed in the fresh air. “We’ll talk about this later, da. I’m sure you’ll feel better then.”

“I don’t see how,” Anatoly said, feeling his phone vibrate. He checked it. It wasn’t Renee.

When they arrived at the vine patch named Lilith, Dmitry stepped up to the grapes and pulled one from the vine. Tasting it, he shook his head in approval.

iv> “This is Lilith?” Gabriel asked, pulling a grape from the vine as well. “What’s the meaning?”

“I was waiting for that question,” Dmitry said with a smile. “I’m not Jewish, obliviously, but a man I met in Moscow a while back told me an interesting story from the Midrash, which is a collection of books that hold their ancient folklore. Now according to the Midrash, Lilith was the first wife of Adam. She was made from the same dirt as he was and considered herself his equal.” Dmitry kneeled down and grabbed a handful of dirt in his hands. “Legend has it that she was very beautiful with fiery red hair. Now, Lilith didn’t want to lay with Adam. So she called out God’s name, was damned for her disobedience, sprouted wings and flew away.”

Anatoly looked up at Dmitry with a what-in-the-hell expression on his face. He shifted from one foot to the other and looked around. All eyes were on his father. The bodyguards stood behind them, bewildered by the man’s intriguing tale.

Dmitry continued, noting his son’s confusion.

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