His Caged Dove -Mafia Romance (BOOK ONE)

Thirty: Gedeon

Thirty:

Gedeon

"You sure about this?"

I watched Timor flicked his lighter over his cigar. Tucking the lighter back into the pocket, he exhaled loudly. The puff of smoke rushed out and then dispersed into the air. Staring at my watch, I realized we were early by ten minutes. Leaning and using my elbows to hold my weight against the railing, I shook my head. "Honestly, no."

Not to mention, the past few days since I've arrived back had dragged by so slow, I was losing my mind at the unanswerable questions arising. We had yet to find out why a Genovese was able to locate where our estate was. When Anthony died of blood lost three days later from my hands, I wanted to revive him back somehow. The thought of him raping Dove was sending me into a blind rage and when I get a list of every single man that had touched my wife, they would have wished they took a bullet to their heads instead.

The thought of Dove still being rather distant and avoiding me like the plague was slowly eating me alive. It was what I wanted, yet gradually, it was eating me up from the inside out.

I wanted her to keep her distance, which was why I had called her a spy. In the back of my mind, I knew she couldn't be. I had accepted it. When I found her in the greenhouse with the overgrown dead vines and leaves gone, it had crippled me. It wasn't because of what Timor had thought. When Aleksei told me, it did take me by surprise. Yet when I saw how spotless it was, and how restored it was, it was as if my Mother who adored the greenhouse on occasion when Father brought her here for a few days was there with me.

Like it was time to let go of the past.

Dove looked unhuman at that moment, like an angel sent to me from my mother. When she smiled up at me from the ground, I knew I had to push her away however possible. I just didn't expect her to grow even more possessive and protective when I found out who Anthony was. When she pushed me away and asked for time, I then wanted the exact opposite.

"I think it's a trap," Timor mumbled, flicking the ashes out into the ocean.

"You and me both," I told him. There wasn't a thought in my mind about it. Mateo had ignored all attempts of communication and only replied a few hours ago for a last-minute arranged meeting of some sort near his territory.

"Yet you'll still walk into it?"

"What choice do I have?" I replied. Timor pressed his lips together in a thin line, an indication he was holding himself back from saying something. Growing up with him had its perks and it didn't take a genius to find out what he was thinking. "If you're thinking why I'm not giving back Dove, it's because I can't. I won't."

He shrugged one shoulder in response. "I figured when you jumped Aleksei you're in too deep now. More so when I realized what a miserable fuck you were when Dove is away and ignoring you."

I flipped him off as two black sedans pulled into view. We eyed one another as Mateo came out with a forced smile on his face. He extends his hand to pull me into a hug yet when I gave no indication, he chuckled nervously. "Hello Gedeon, how are you?"

"Why the hell were you ignoring my calls the past few days when I found one of your men on my property?" I asked, straight to the point. I wasn't here for friendly bantering, and I knew damn well he wasn't either. His men straightened their backs, ready to strike.

Lucky for them, I had my backup as well if things went south.

"Always cutting to the chase, huh?" he mused and signaled to the shore's boardwalk. "Should we go for a stroll so we can talk in privacy?"