Dmitry's Royal Flush: Rise of the Queen Read Online Free PDF

Dmitry was shocked.
    "Da, Da . She told me yesterday that she wanted to go and check on everything today."
    "See," Dmitry smiled. "Progress already."
    * * *
    The Medlov chateau was far too luxurious for words. Victoria walked quietly behind Mrs. Medlov and her curious daughter, who eyed her the entire time as she gawked at the endless limestone staircases, the marble posts, the incredible lighting, the extravagant tapestry, the endless hallways, the statues, the priceless rugs, the one-of-a-kind art, artifacts, the vases, the lighting… it was all too much.
    "Mommy said marvel not ," Anya said, finally as she ran her hand down Royal's shoulder.
    "Excuse me?" Victoria asked quietly.
    "You aren't supposed to marvel at things," Anya said in a matter-of-fact tone.
    "Now, now," Royal admonished. "She's not a child like you. She doesn't need your help or my preaching."
    "No, ma'am. That's not what I meant," Victoria was amazed. "It's the fact that she not only knew what I was doing but that she could articulate such a thing."
    "Yes, well, Anya's special," Royal said stopping at a large door. Taking a key out of her pocket, she unlocked the door and led Victoria inside.
    "Dmitry made sure that you had a nice room," Royal said absently. Seeing Victoria's face light up brought back old memories of when Dmitry had first given her an apartment. She looked away as she tried to hide her jealousy.
    "Mrs. Medlov, this is absolutely… ."
    "I know," Royal interrupted. "Lets go through the rules this one time."
    Victoria stopped marveling as Anya had put it and focused. "Alright."
    "All of the staff lives here on the third floor. No one outside of Stepan and Davyd are allowed on the second floor. That's where the family lives. You can bypass the second floor by going back down the same flight of stairs that I just brought you up. I'll make sure Anya is downstairs every morning by eight. She can start classes at nine, after breakfast."
    "Yes, Mistress."
    "I'll handle your pay. I'll handle any problems that you have. And I'll handle Anya. I don't want you to make yourself available to anyone in the house. No relationships with the other staff. No interaction with my step son. Absolutely, no interaction with my husband. Are we clear?" Her voice hardened.
    "Yes, Mistress. We are clear."
    "Good, these instructions are for your own good. I can't be responsible for what might happen if you don't listen." Royal couldn't come right out and tell the woman that they were a mafia family, but she could at least warn her, even if she didn’t like her . It was the most that she could do, but if the woman was obedient, it would be enough.
    "Yes, Mistress."
    "Now, I'll have Stepan go out and get whatever you need to make this room more comfortable for you. You have your own phone, computer and laptop in your study, which is the next room over. You also have an entertainment center with a large television, DVD player and movies. It gets… lonely out here. So you'll need this. Trust me ."
    "Thank you."
    Royal took Anya's hand and started to walk out of the door. She stopped suddenly and turned around. "Oh, and more thing, Victoria. Dinner is optional after tonight. You don't have to feel obligated to dine with us. We have a great cook on staff, who stays two doors down from you. All you have to do is call down to the kitchen, and hell bring you almost anything that you can imagine up to your quarters."
    "I understand," Victoria said, bowing her head once more.
    As Royal closed the door behind her and left with Anya, Victoria rolled her eyes and kicked off her shoes. What a bitch! She hadn't been there ten minutes and already the woman was going through her don’t-mess-with-my-man routine.
    Victoria could tell at first sight that she didn't like Mistress Medlov, but she knew that the woman felt the same way about her.
    However, she could understand why. With a husband as fine as Dmitry, she would be tripping too, especially since he liked sisters. Plus, his