Chapter Twenty Six {Davinia}

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