It Takes Two

Chapter 1

Hello!

I am so glad you guys found your way to the new story. I hope you like it. If you don't...I'll actually be kind of sad.

Let's not delay any further.
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Donovan

I brought the glass of whiskey up to my lips as a smirk played on my face. I looked around at everyone mingling, men showing off their women, the whole nine. I, frankly, didn't give a damn about anybody in here. They all knew that as soon as this shitty ass ball was over, they would war with each other.

These gatherings don't mean anything. I guess you feast with the enemy, then the war part comes. Why didn't they just say that?

Damn, my whiskey is gone. I immediately got up from my seat to come face to face with the commissioner. He had a firm look on his face, as he always did. I stepped away from him because he was uncomfortably close.

"Clemente." I spoke up.

"Russo." He retorted back.

"Anything I can help you with?" I asked him. I'm still not picking up the reason why he approached me. Please let me know if it was obvious.

"A private setting would be more appropriate for this discussion." Hell no! I wasn't just about to walk into a wolves' den.

"Clemente I'm sure whatever it is you have to say, you can-."

"Russo, I suggest you don't fight me on this."

Just go, Donovan. The last thing I need right now is a scene.

"Okay." I obliged. I followed him to his quarters as his goons followed behind me. The noise from the ball lessened as we got further into the house.

I know something is going to happen and I'm going to be sure as shit prepared for it. I had a hidden blade tucked in my suit jacket sleeve; it was mechanism attached to the underside of my forearm.

The shitty security at the door sure as hell didn't find it.

As I was following him, I already clocked the two guards behind me who were with him in the actual ball. I also clocked the two guards that joined us discretely as we were walking.

If all we were doing was talking, why so many guards?

I may be an idiot at times, but I'm no fool.

We finally came to a set of double doors which Clemente had opened. I followed in after him and his guards posted at the door. Two of them were on the outside. Yeah, I know what's about to happen here.

"Please, have a seat." He motioned to the seat in front of his desk. I did so and waited for him to sit down.

"Drink?" He offered. I shook my head. "The Donovan I know never refuses a drink." He poured one glass and took it for himself.

"Oh, don't worry, I've had my fair share at the ball already."

"I bet you did." He let out a chuckle. He finally sat in his seat after he took a swig of rum.

"Your father was a staple figure for the commission." Here we go. "He devoted himself to maintaining and evolving our morals and values. He was set to take my position as commissioner, which I would have been more than happy about."

He finally looked up at me after toying with his glass.

"But you...you are the complete opposite." He told me. I wanted to smile so bad, but that was a bad idea right now. "No one would've ever thought you are Luca Russo's son...would you agree?"