Savage King

Dimitri Ivanov is the most wanted man in Russia, a womanizer and passionate about life full of luxury, the most powerful man of the Russian mafia does not beat around the bush, feared among many, loved by women. Rossalie Hilton is an intelligent woman, her beauty has brought her bad times with all kinds of men, deep down she wants to find the man of her dreams, she will be involved in Dimitri's world even if it means taking a risk with him. CHAPTER 1 CHAPTER 2 CHAPTER 3 CHAPTER 4 CHAPTER 5 CHAPTER 6 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 8 CHAPTER 9 CHAPTER 10 CHAPTER 11 CHAPTER 12 CHAPTER 13 CHAPTER 14 CHAPTER 15 CHAPTER 16 CHAPTER 17 CHAPTER 18 CHAPTER 19 CHAPTER 20 CHAPTER 21 CHAPTER 22 CHAPTER 23 CHAPTER 24 CHAPTER 25 CHAPTER 26 CHAPTER 27 CHAPTER 28 CHAPTER 29 CHAPTER 30 CHAPTER 31 CHAPTER 31 CHAPTER 32 CHAPTER 33 CHAPTER 34 CHAPTER 35 EPILOGUE CHAPTER 1 I enter that cafeteria, hearing the worst news of the week, I had lost my job, the reason was that sales had been nil in the last two months and this had been the trigger for Mr. Leny to close the business of all his life, which had operated for about ten years on one of the streets of Seattle. What are you going to do Rossalie? Oh God, if there's one thing they don't expect, it's the rent and even though I manage a low price in the apartment I'm staying in, the rule of paying on time still stands. I don't want to abuse Melanie either, she is the woman who raised me and who has taught me the most important things in life, she is like my mother, because my real parent abandoned me in an orphanage when I was just a baby. Melanie fell in love with the little girl with blue-green eyes that they left at the entrance, she brought me up as if I were her daughter, and when I turned eighteen she gave me her last name, Hilton, and it's not the one used in hotels. But when you're an orphan, no one adopts you and you turn eighteen, you have no choice but to leave the orphanage. My "nanny" as I affectionately call her, offered me to stay with her and her husband Ron, but I didn't want to bother them, especially when they have four children. So I decided to get a job on my own and that's when I started in this cafeteria, three years working and now my only opportunity closes like its doors. - Why don't you look at the Ross newspaper? Maybe some job will come out there - my only friend Erica tells me, she is also an orphan like me, unlike she escaped from the orphanage, for leaving with a seventeen-year-old boy before she was of legal age, now they live in his house, although more than a house, is a garage. - I'll try - I say taking the newspaper from one of the cafeteria tables. - Girls, it's time to close the business - Leny says it with nostalgia, I know how difficult this is for him, he's a hard-working man and a good boss. - I'm so sorry Leny. - I'm sorry you no longer have a job Ross. - Well... it says here that they need a girl for a women's clothing store, it could work - I shrugged. - Good luck with it - my friend gives me a hug. - See you later Ross, I have to pay for the university semester. My dream is to study botany, I only did a little secretarial career, but that was not my thing, I love flowers, they are beautiful, my favorites are yellow roses. - Okay Erica, I'll try not to die trying. - I assure you that you will be hired anywhere, you are a very hard worker. - Thanks Leny I will miss this place. Once I get out of my old job, I walk the streets of Seattle to where the address of the store is. - How much for the beautiful night? - a disgusting man stops his car in front, I hate that they do it, wherever I go they greet me with vulgar things, I'm not merchandise for them to talk about me like that. They disgust me, I wish there was a man who looked at me differently. But all idiots think about sex. Where is the romance? In the books Ross - Answer my little subconscious. Very well we have arrived Ross- I tell myself, I see through the window a few girls accommodating mannequins, so I enter and the sound of a small alarm resonates in the warehouse. - How can we help you? - One of the women tells me. - Well, I've come for the job. - You? - the woman looks at me from head to toe and shakes her head. - You are pretty, but you lack elegance, dear. Here we handle brand clothing, Gucci, Givenchi, and Dolce Gabana. It takes more than a pretty face to serve customers. - Please... I need the job, I'm very good at attending, I even took a secretarial course... - You are not suitable for this job, just look at your clothes, they lack style. I'm going to ask you to leave the store. - Listen, maybe I don't wear designer clothes, but at least that doesn't make me a horrible person like you, that's a disgusting outfit - And I storm out of the store, slamming the damn door. Very good.. you tried, damn narcissistic world of some women, what do you think? She wasn't even the owner. I keep looking at the newspaper, the next ad is for a waitress at a bar in the area. Well if you don't try, you achieve nothing. So once again, I go to the agreed address, there are some men at the entrance and