There's only one person who can pull such a stunt and expect to go scot free. I glance down at Davinia, she peers her green eyes at me through those glasses. "I too have a hunch" she holds my gaze for a while, her cheeks getting brighter and her lips parts a little. I'm glad I'm not the only one who's affected by our proximity. A knock on her door breaks the moment and we both turn our heads towards the door. "It's Butcher. There is a call for a meeting" A man says from behind the door. Davinia stands up from her seat. She sends me a fleeting glance which makes blood run all the way to my dick. I groan inwardly. She opens the door for the man who calls himself Butcher. He looks like one. Very bulky and tall. One thing amuses me tho, his eyes. His eyes are dead. He's a killer, a cold bloody killer. He eyes meet mine and he calculates for a few seconds in his head if I'm a threat or not. I send him a cold smile, he could be a monster but when his eyes leaves mine and soften when he lo
My hands itch, my right foot resting above my left starts to wiggle, I sit beside my uncle facing the capos of the mafia with a face that shows the intent of killing. I am mad. I am fucking mad. Someone wants to ruin the joining of the Italian and Russian mafia but why?"I can just tell it's the Russians at work. It's their style to bomb things" someone speaks from the crowd while every other person in the room make sounds of agreement."They want ownership of our outfit!" another person hollers."We won't let this slide""They go ahead and blow up their places to make us believe it's an accident but I know it isn't"I slam my pen on the desk. Everywhere becomes silent."The news of the explosion just came out. Only those in the dark web know much about. Pray tell, how you knew the Russians also suffered a blow" I ask Marcus, the round chubby, beady eyes capo that made the last statement. His face went pale. My lips curl to a smirk. I untangle my legs as I prop my hands on the desk a
The silence is sickening, every breath he takes will feel like a stab to his heart. I can feel his dread all the way from here, my smile widens. My eyes take to notice every of his moments, the way his eyes would drop and then open like he doesn't want to be caught. The way his left hand keeps shaking like a leaf. His face is pale and beads of sweat form on his fore head. He looks miserable, He probably doesn't know that he has being poisoned. Fool.The room is almost empty. Everyone agreed with my plan. I deceived them into believing that the only reason I want to marry Rolan is just so I can do my findings then ruin him from the inside. They all bought it, including Federico. The ones remaining are Uncle, Federico and myself. I watch from the rim of my glasses how he unconsciously adjusts his collar and pats his chest area as if to enable himself to breathe properly."Is everything alright Rico?" My uncle asks. Turns out I'm not the only one who noticed his discomfort. Federico cle
I need to escape from here now! I can smell it but I can't taste it. I stare at the papers and documents in front of me but I can hardly read shit. It's like they were written in Latin. The secretary of Bocciolo Hotel is here briefing me about the damage cost, fatalities and settlements but everything is saying sounds like a muted cartoon from a television. Focus Davi. I shake my head slightly and try reading the documents again. Damn! Lots of numbers, way too much money. We really did lose a lot, for the sake of Federico's living, I really hope he's not involved in this bombing case.My body is slightly shaking as I grip the papers with so much force It starts to tear at the middle. Now I'm not sure if it's hunger or anger that is swelling in me but I'm about to burst."That will be all Miss Luchesse, your lawyer will be here shortly with your accountant. They will help with the rest." She bows then leaves. I get up immediately and pack the documents into a file. I do not eat before
An eerie silence fills the room and the only thing that alters it is the heavy panting of the fool that kneels in the pool of his own blood. His hands are untied but they lay useless by his sides. Platter sounds accompany his panting as I stalk towards him, I try not to look at my pants cause I already know the state of it. I hate to get messy when I handle situations like this but I have no choice when it comes to traitors like this. He groans in pain when I pull his hanging head up by his blood coated hair. His eyes are fat swollen, they rhyme perfectly with his swollen nose and lips. A job well done by Andrei, my right hand man. "Where are my goods Cisco?" I question the fool beneath me. "Blah blueebleh spulrt spulrt" He could not splutter one meaningful word. I rub the bridge of my nose. "You've ruined his speech, Andrei" I drawl, with frustration lacing my voice. "Now he's useless" "I'll dispose him" Andrei inputs as he paddles his way to meet us. I let go of the fool's head
Silence. Silence. Silence. I sit beside my brother staring at my parents who are trying their terrible best at acting prim and proper. My mother of all people is eating without making a sarcastic comment or toying at my patience. This two people are my saviors and tormentors. Cluttering and clattering of their utensils against their plates make my ears itch. I feel a nudge at my knee below the table, I send Nikolai a look, he eyes me then cocks his left eyebrow tilting his head over mother's direction. I know I'm not the only one who thinks having a peaceful meal with my parents is weird.I hear my phone ping. "Excuse me" I pick my phone from my pocket. A message from Nikolai appears on my phone.'please say something! The silence is killing me!' I switch off my phone before returning it to my pockets. My eyes flicker from the old man to his wife. My dad is very good at acting whereas my mother is hardly getting it together. Her eyes keep fleeting looks to me when she thinks I'm not
Shit! Did he just kill my queen? For the second time?!. My left foot taps impatiently on the wooden flooring as I anticipate his next move. It happens slowly, his king leaves his position and comes a square forward. I rub my chin as I asses the situation. "So what you're saying is, there are people who are against the joining of the two mafias" He asks, his eyes not leaving the board. If I can just-I move my king forward also."Yes, I believe that there is an instigator who is stirring shit up" He moves one of his pawns forward but unfortunately for him it is in line of my bishop. I look carefully before I take my move. Of course it's a trap, if I take the move to swallow his pawn, I'll get swallowed by his queen. Sneaky old man. My eyes meet his as a smirks lines my lips, let me move a pawn forward too. "It's either some traitor from the Italians that is instigating the traitors here or the traitor here instigating the traitor over there" He moves his king forward and I move my rook
Tonight is the night, the prime minister's wife, Albano Sandra's 50th birthday party. The thing about Mr Albano is his underground work, he's a trustworthy man and keeps to his word but not many knows of his underground dealings. Most of his buildings and company were by the help of my mafia, Vipera but I know very well that we are not the only mafia involved in his success so that means tonight's party will be full of mafia men and women rallying the floor. The theme for the party is a masquerade ball which means everyone is expected to wear a mask. I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I look like shit. The past two nights were spent on trying to figure out the pattern of the bombing, Federico has not made any suspicious move lately neither has any of the capos. I don't want to kill Federico without having a solid reason, I won't disappointing father again. I'm going to need make up tonight, lots of it. I can't even pretend to be energetic tonight, I feel drained, hopefully Rolan