Chapter Two {Davinia}

Post Malone ~ A Thousand Bad Times

I should have known it'd be those darn Americans. They know nothing about being loyal. You'd think after Adam's betrayal I would have learned my lesson but I guess not.

Here I am fixing another rat problem.

Ahh.... My life.

Back to the matter at hand.

I untangle my legs and stand up straight to my full height, flexing my toes in my pointed black heels. I pull back my sleeve to take a look at my watch for the tenth time since this interrogation began. 

My heels click against the tiled floor as I stalk with power and grace towards an almost lifeless Mateo. I look down at him and tut slowly. 

"Remember this, you choose this path" I murmur loud enough for him to hear before walking away from him. 

I walk to the rusty old door but pause when Butcher stretch his hand to open it for me. My heart softens at the gesture, only for people like him do my heart beat for, He holds a special place in my heart. 

Right before I completely leave the forsaken kitchen, my eyes slowly glance back at Mateo then at Butcher. 

"lock him up with Cerebrus. It's time they had a new chew toy"  The intent in my voice can not be mistaken. Traitors are the worst set of people to have in any organization. 

Mateo's screams start afresh as he shakes violently in his chair. My index firmly adjust my glasses on the bridge of my nose before I stride out. 

Walking down the hollow halls, I smile bitterly to myself. 

I've been leading the mafia for five years now in the absence of my late Father, the ex-Don. Died in a car accident which I still strongly believe to be a setup from the enemy side but still haven't found who did it. 

It's ironic how good I am at solving cases and sniffling out rats but for six good years, I still haven't gotten the enemies involved in my dad's death. 

Anytime I feel like I'm getting close to a lead, something happens and everything is destroyed. 

I'm not giving up and I know papa will be turning in his grave till those who were behind his demise are destroyed. 

I walk out of the abandoned building with fast strides to my parked red Lamborghini Veneno.  A birthday gift from uncle Max. 

If there is one thing Uncle Max is very good at apart from business and management is buying expensive and exotic gifts for his Niece. 

My keys jingle when I bring them out of my black Armani blazer pocket to open the driver's door and slid into my posh black leather seat. 

   My baby roars to life, I take a swift drift into the main street and speed along the empty lane. Wth the roof of my car open, the night wind breeze through my auburn curls, lifting my mood. 

A smooth drive home. 

The large white gates open automatically as I get closer to it. I drive into the estate, the paved path aligned with beach pebbles. 

The water fountains gush down every corner I turn till I get to the garage where I park my baby along with other expensive cars. 

Quickly, I pickmy channel office bag from the passenger's seat and step out of the car.   

It's always satisfying when I glance at the all-white marble walls with tall glass windows with golden night light emitting from them. The mansion stood on a hill,  surrounded by beautiful big trees, engulfed in the embrace of nature.  

This has been my home for decades upon decades, a place where my world began, the only place I'm allowed to be real and vulnerable. 

"Welcome home, Miss" Martha welcomes me in with a warm smile, motioning to the other staff to take my bag, my blazer coat, and black pinstripe fedora. 

I smile warmly at her in return and walk up the stairs to the Dinning hall. 

The clattering of utensils and low chattering echoes across the walls as I ascend the stairs but the moment I step into the scene, it becomes dead silent. They all turn their heads to watch me stride over to a seat and sit down. 

When I am fully settled I raise my head and stare right back at their faces, mirroring each expression they each send at me. 

Gracie's face contorts into a look of disgust,  she sneers at me and I sneer back. 

Isabelle looks at me like it is her first time seeing me. I nod my head at her and she does the same. 

Gloria's face held contempt but she tries to conceal it with a fake ass smile. A smile I didn't even bother to replicate. 

Melissa, my Uncle's wife, grins widely at me. 

"I'm glad you could make it home for dinner," She announces too ecstatically for my liking but I smile back at her still. 

I noticed the absence of my uncle and my eyebrows furrow. 

"where's Uncle?" 

"Your uncle is running a bit late,  he's been caught up with a certain issue" She explains and I nod my head in understanding. 

Maids began to serve dishes at my front, my tummy grumbles at the sight of  Lobster Thermidor, and my tongue salivates at the oven-baked scent of cheese crust. Donald really gets me. 

I dig in. 

The stress of the day starts to roll off my shoulders, the more I eat. Food brings me peace and fulfillment, call me a foodie, I don't care. 

At first, it is the odd scent of oak and cloves that make me lift my head but what I see has me starstruck. 

Walking alongside my uncle towards the hall is a magnificent Greek god-looking man.

  Tanned skin with tattoos poking out inquisitively from the collar of his dark blue three-piece suit. A mix of oval and oblong face shape, long Jet black curly hair that reached his neck, black arched eyebrows, striking Cobalt blue eyes, thin pink lips with a chiseled jaw. 

I gawk at this unholy-looking man. His strides oozed of power, dominance, and confidence. 

Damnnn... 

The way his lips moved as he mutters to my uncle almost made me drool. 

A loud clunk breaks me out of the trance as I immediately get a grip of myself before I get caught staring. 

I look over to the clumsy idiot and of course, it's Gracie. 

Of course, I'm not the only one entranced by the beauty of the stranger that just walked in. 

I don't know why but something tugs at my chest at the arrival of this man. 

He screams danger. 

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