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Slightly longer chapter!

Chapter 7

"Tell me that at least someone around here can do their fucking jobs!" Dimitri yelled down the radio. After finally making his way out of the estate, no small feat considering the ruckus caused by Rose's getaway, Dimitri got in the waiting car and took off immediately, not looking at or speaking to Christian until he got himself under control.

"Yeah, Deirdre's with us as we speak. She's a lovely girl if I do say so myself." Adrian said with a smile. He had a penchant for calling cars names.

"How far away are you?" The other team had gone after the Camaro earlier as it wasn't as heavily protected.

"Probably twenty, thirty minutes at the most. I gather by your less than stellar tone that you weren't as successful?"

With that, Dimitri disconnected the call with a growl. He had to get his mind off the image of Rose in the Vette before he put his fist through something or someone, so he kept telling himself that at least the night wasn't a complete failure.

"I'm sorry D."

"How did you not know they were there, Chris? She'd been there well before us. How in the hell did they know your codes?"

"They weren't my codes." He said with a shrug. "I just got into the computer system and told you the codes that you needed. I couldn't take the chance that someone on the inside would try to open something and find that the codes had been changed."

Dimitri knew that what Chris had said made sense but he couldn't let go of the image of Rose in his mark… He couldn't be sure if the indignation he currently felt was from losing another car to Rose or knowing just how much she enjoyed seeing his face when he realised that she'd beaten him again… He knew he'd be up the rest of the night trying to work out which was actually true.

Two hours later, Dimitri stood staring at the nights 'ill-gotten gains' in a warehouse that was supposed to hold two cars yet only held one.

"She's good, I'll give her that." Adrian said as he came to stand beside his friend.

"Hmm…"

"Have you spoken to Chris yet?" He asked after taking a drag of his cigarette.

"No."

"It's not his fault D, and you know it."

"Yup."

"Don't punish him for too much longer please; his moodiness is bringing me down."

Dimitri couldn't help but snort in amusement as he shook his head. "Can't have that now can we?" He slowly walked closer to the car that they'd been able to procure, admiring its long, sleek lines; it really had been meticulously maintained, but it was the image of Rose sitting in the thumping Stingray that ran through his head and held his attention.

"No we can't. You know how much I hate feeling bad." Adrian watched his lifelong friend, knowing that he would have to be the one to make him open up. "So did she say anything before taking off with our prize?"

"No… she just laughed." Dimitri clenched his jaw as he remembered what she did actually say and how his body reacted, just as he knew it would.

"She's a wild one alright… But, there's two more out there that have your name on them and if you want to have them in your hot little hands, then I suggest we don't stand around brooding over something that can't be changed."

Dimitri turned to face his friend, his brow lifting at Adrian's unusually serious tone. Dimitri was well aware of the depth of character that was often hidden under the many layers of complexity that Adrian hid behind, most people only saw the boozing, smoking, womaniser, not that he wasn't all of those things, but he knew that there was more to his friend and was right. If they didn't get a move on, Rose and Lissa would outfox them once more and that was something that he could not even contemplate happening again.

"You're a good man, Adrian." Dimitri stated sincerely. "So, where's Christian hiding right now?"

Adrian smiled, knowing his job was done and turned to walk back out into the office where he knew his cousin was indeed hiding.

"Out here… Can I watch?" He asked, smirking over his shoulder. He knew that while Dimitri was angry at being thwarted by Rose yet again, he hadn't really blamed Christian. But he also knew that Dimitri wouldn't let him off the hook that easy; he'd make Chris squirm until he was appeased enough to ensure Rose never one-upped him again.

Bad!

"You should have seen his face Liss! I was so fucking awesome!I thought he was about to bust a fucking nut!" Rose was so wired after they finally got back from stashing the car, it was like she high. "I thought he was going to kill me; he probably would have if he'd been able to catch me… Urgh… I feel like I'm jumping out of my skin!"

Lissa smiled at her friend. She hadn't seen her this excited in a long time. "I couldn't believe it when I saw him pass one of the outside cameras… I nearly pissed my pants."

"Fuck Liss." Rose said giggling. "You should have seen him, he was like… I can't even put it into words."

"Sit down and I'll get you a drink."

"Nah, I've got to work this out of me… I'm going down to the gym." Rose walked to her room, changed into loose fitting workout clothes and then took herself off to the gym on the second floor of their apartment building. After an hour of running, punching and kicking, Rose finally felt calm enough to go back up to the apartment.

Bad!

"I don't know about everyone else," Dimitri said after they got back to their workshop, "… but I could do with a drink." Most of the men around him offered up their agreeance in one form or another, Christian on the other hand sat sullen in the chair he occupied. "That means you too Chris."

"I've got work to do." He said not looking up.

"Not tonight you don't. Get your ass up out of that chair." Chris rolled his eyes at the thinly veiled order; after the night they'd just had, he really did want to forget for a while but he hated disappointing Dimitri and wanted to ensure that they didn't miss the last two cars. Growing up, Dimitri had come to his rescue more times than he cared to remember. He'd been a scrawny, lanky kid with bright blue eyes that looked too big for his face and was often the target for attack… from other kids as well as his own father and Dimitri had the size and aura to intimidate everyone.

Walking into the underground club, the men unashamedly drew everyone's eyes, as they normally did. Adrian smirked at the number of regular girls who sashayed their way over to him. "Hello ladies…" He greeted before turning with wagging eyebrows, silently saying his goodbyes for the night. Dimitri just shook his head.

"You should take a leaf out of his book for the night Chris, might relieve some of that pent up frustration…" Eddie said with a punch to the shoulder.

"Well, at least we all know I can… not like you, Pansy-ass!" Dimitri smiled as he watched his friend's mood improve as he and Eddie started to rough-house each other.

Less than two hours after arriving, most of the men were three sheets to the wind. Dimitri had downed a few but he wanted to stay sober enough to think, that's when the girls walked into the club.

"I still don't know why you insisted on coming with me Rose; you know I could have handled this on my own, your presence here is only going to stir things up."

"Yeah, I know… I've even brought the salt…" Rose laughed.

"Huh?" Lissa asked confused.

Rose sighed at Lissa's sometimes air-headed responses. "To rub into the fresh, open and weeping, wounded Russian male pride of his…"

"Oh… I like how you think." Lissa giggled.

"That's why we're such good friends, Liss."

The girls walked over to the bar and ordered their drinks before moving over to an empty table on the right hand side of the club. With their backs to the wall, their eyes scanned the room. "So how do you know they're here by the way?" Rose asked over the thumping music.

"I hacked into the city's traffic surveillance system. I find it interesting that someone such as Dimitri would tolerate a traffic camera right outside his place of business. I just followed them through the cameras when I saw them leave earlier tonight."

Rose shook her head and snorted very unladylike at her friend. "One day, I'll stop being surprised by your many talents Liss."

The girls turned towards the loud cheering and whistles that were coming from the rear of the club but couldn't see anything, so with a flick of her head, Rose lead her friend closer… Though, once there, she wished she hadn't bothered. Some black haired skank was being cheered on as she gave the lap dance of her life… Rose's jaw clenched and her teeth ground together when the skank leaned to the side to reveal none other than Dimitri Belikov to be the recipient of her attentions.

"Rose… go, I've got this." Lissa said to her friend. But before Rose could move, Dimitri looked up, his eyes locking with hers…

Taking a deep breath, Rose turned to her friend and grimaced. "Yeah… I think I will. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine, you taught me well."

"Okay," Rose said with a nod. "Call me before you leave here alright?"

"I will." Then, unable to stop herself, Rose turned back to find Dimitri's eyes still locked firmly and intensely on her, sans skank and throwing back the last of his drink. The girls hugged and kissed before Rose turned to walk out of the club. This was not how she thought the night would end.

Oh... Bet ya's didn't think you'd ever read about Dimitri getting a lap dance, did ya! LOL! So, what do you think all the looks were about?