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Chapter Fifty Five {Davinia}
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Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Fifty Six{Rolan}
"Done, Boss." Andrei's baritone voice pulls me out of the document that I'm reading. My right index and thumb rubs the skin on my forehead as I look up at him. The ice in my cognac crackles as it dissolves. "And the girl?" "She's in the basement waiting for orders." "Good. You can leave." I dismiss him and continue reading the document in my hands. Seconds pass and I can still sense his presence. A tired sigh leaves my lips and I close the document. Leaning back in my chair, I eye him with scrutiny. "Speak Andrei." I'm so fucking tired but my eyes and body have refused to rest. "Does she know about the mine?"He asks. His dark brown eyes bore into mine with seriousness. My eyebrows furrow in reaction to his question. With my elbows on the armrest of the chair, I incline my fingers together before my eyes and watch from above them. " No." "Why?" "You think Ian is going to stop after two tries. What do you think she'll do when she finds out that her father has a mine ou
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Fifty Seven {Davinia}
In a deep v red lace bralette cami top and black high waisted slim jeans that hug my curves graciously. I stare at myself in the full length mirror in the closet, adjusting the thin straps of my top. This morning, I woke up on the bed fully tucked and covered when I clearly remember falling asleep in the library but how I got to the bed has not been made clear to me. You know he carried you in. I know but I can't recall it. So frustrating. Anyways, I plan to visit Rolan's hotel and see if I can make a spot for my line. It was part of my idea to expand my brand name. Although some of my clothes are shipped to Russia and sold in stores but I don't personally have a mall or large store and warehouse here so it's time to rectify that. Putting my hair in a simple bun with a white hair claw keeping it still and stylish, I apply a winged eyeliner, mascara and lip gloss before picking up a black medium chanel chain bag and slip it on my right shoulder.The loud pings and pongs from my phon
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Fifty Eight{Davinia}
Darcel, the house keeper's name is Darcel and her daughter's name is Martha. They packed both me and Rolan's breakfast and I took it along with me. Andrei was already waiting for me at the garage. "Rolan won't trust anyone else to drive you." he says when I approach him with a questioning look. I blow out a breath as I drop my phone in the pockets of my crop wool white jacket. "Rolan should know I can handle myself." Andrei nods before opening the door of the jet black Mercedes for me. "He knows." He says under his breath and closes the door softly once I settle into the plush leather seat. He climbs in the driver's seat and starts the car. I place the box of our breakfast carefully beside me and pull out my phone. It rings, Butcher's name lits the screen and I swipe right. "Boss del mattino." His raspy gruff voice filters through the speaker of my phone. I watch the scenery of the neighborhood as we drive by. "Morning Butcher." I return softly. He breathes tiredly right into
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Fifty Nine {Davinia}
"I-I'm Ssorry."He rasps, desperately fighting for air. His watering eyes redden with his mouth gaping open for air like a fish. I hate men like him. Not only did he daringly stare at my chest, his eyes openly mocked me. No one makes me feel less of what I am. No. One. I twirl the tie around his neck and tighten it more. "For your sake I hope I don't hear reports of you brazenly harassing ladies. Best believe I will have eyes on you from now on." I sneer, looming closer to him. His eyes are beginning to roll to the back. "Understood?" He stiffly nods his head and I immediately let go of him. He gasps loudly, arms falling to the floor as he tries to catch his breath. His body heaving in and out heavily. I watch him with contempt. I've had my share of lowlife perverts and I don't regret making their lives miserable. My eyes lift up to look at Rolan looking back at me with amusement and pride? I ignore it and settle back in my seat. It takes him half a minute to catch his breat
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Sixty {Davinia}
I've met with Rolan's people and I ran my designs through them after a call with Tiana and they've begun working on it. Won't lie, I'm still reeling from the things he said to me but I try to get it together. With my project beginning, I will have reasons to come to Moscow to see how things are going. I'm not sure why that makes me excited but it does. On my way back to Rolan's office, my face goes through another episode of blush as his last words to me replay in my head. Lydia is not her spot when I get to his office. My phone rings loudly and I pick it as I pull the door open. It's from Tiana which is weird cause we just spoke. "Wha-" "Butcher. Butcher. I'm so sorry Davi." The following movements or reactions are unknown as my body immediately goes into shock. There's a loud ringing in my head and I can't hear or see a thing. Tiana is still talking but I can't comprehend what it is she's saying. "Davinia. Davinia!" My eyes snap over to a pair of worried blue ones then they lose
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Sixty One{Davinia}
We arrived earlier than I expected and right now, I'm in Butcher's room where he lies on his bed with the right side of his body bandaged. I don't know where I dropped my bag or who is in the room with him. I walk over to his bedside, there's a blood bag hanging from the intravenous pole beside the IV bag. His rugged face looks more rough and battered with the little cuts and bruises on it. His eyes are closed but his eyebrows are furrowed. He must be having his usual nightmares again. My heart twists painfully at the sight. I lift my right hand and place it on his warm forehead, rubbing it in slow motion. His face not only looks rough but feels rough also. What would I have done if he died? My chest tightens at the thought. I can't lose him too, I can bear to lose him too. My heart won't be able to hold it. The pain, it gets overwhelming. "Gioiello" His croaky raspy voice pulls my attention back to him. His eyes are still closed but his head turns left to right. Quickly, I move cl
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Sixty Two{Davinia}
So I stay. I stay with Timothy, my bodyguard, Butcher. I stay and watch over him, listening to the beeping of the heart monitor. Watching the agony itched on his face since she died. Since he lost his daughter, his daughter Gabriella. Ever since that accident, he's had this look of agony itched on his face. Of course random people won't see it, all they'd see is fear but for those of us that know what pain is and how it looks like, we know that Butcher still mourns, still hurts, still wishes it was just a bad dream. Does it ever go away? The pain, does it ever stop hurting? Maybe for regular people it does but for us sworn in blood and violence, it doesn't stop, it does not leave. It continues until we become numb and can no longer feel. Can no longer tell if we should scream or cry. I want to give up, I really want to but I can't. I'm in too deep. We're in too deep. My eyes are tired of crying, my throat is dry and sore from screaming. I take hold of his cold hand and rub it. "L
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Sixty Three {Davinia}
"He's unconscious, Davinia. That's enough. We've got all we need from him." Tiana has a tight grip on my hand. She's scared I might lose it, I can tell from the way she keeps searching for closure in my eyes. For warmth, for Davi. Marco is unrecognizable, except for his hair which also has a fair amount of blood matting it, the rest of his body is messy with blood. My eyes drop down to the bloody scalpel in my hand. The metalic taste of blood fills my lungs like I drank a cup of it, my face is coated with blood and so is my right hand. Slowly and stiffly, I look up at Tiana's eyes which are full of worry and I look down at my pants trousers that have splashes of blood on them. "I need a bath." I mutter stiffly. She nods her head in agreement as she takes the scalpel from me and throws it away. The sound of it echoes in the room, giving a dramatic effect. "Let's go." She holds my arm and begins to lead me away from Marco but someone blocks our path. I lazily drag my eyes to look
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