Dmitri continued to chuckle and laugh when he looked up at Michelle, she had definitely changed. She used to be fragile and needed to be protected but here she was now bringing out a serious can of whoop ass on him. "Oh please Michelle you haven't looked sexier. All fiery and in charge. Does things me, I have to say." He chuckled more when she whispered out his name and he could see the memories in her eyes reflecting in his. "Yes so many memories, now that the gang life is past me we can start where we left off." Dmitri remembered when his gang brought her all bruised and battered after having his gang pass her around like a play doll.<br/><br/>Kissing her and feeling her up, when he saw it was Michelle that they brought to him. Dmitri's heart broke slightly, he had worked so hard to keep her away from his life but he had failed. He had to fix this, make her understand this life with him wasn't safe. Dmitri paid a street walker to fulfill his men's needs as he went off and wiped the blood from her. His lair was a warehouse but he had fixed it up to where it was decent and livable. Dmitri carried her to his bed and fixed her up the best he could.<br/><br/>He watched her for awhile before he told her to leave town and make a life for herself. That was the last he had seen of her. He snapped from his thoughts and smirked out "So am I going to come up there or are you coming down here?" Dmitri couldn't help but show her how much he had changed. Instead of a wife beater and jeans he was in actually decent clothes. Black pinstrip suit with the jacket open and the shirt unbuttoned at the first three.