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Davina Romano is quite an exquisite woman. Being one of the most famous assassins in the underworld, she made her name by being absolutely ruthless in any way possible. She's been taught to be absolutely closed off, and to show little emotio...
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D A V I N A
I sat in the chair with an uneasy feeling.
"You're uh dropping down?" I question, hoping not to send him over the edge. Lately, Diego's been a lot more tense and I haven't seen him a lot.
"I am, Rafael will be taking over." He nods, leaving barely any room for discussion.
"I feel like there's a catch." I mumble, not falling for it.
"Well," Diego starts, "Rafael needs to stop being fucking gay."
I choke on my spit, and cough it down. Why is he like this?
"I can't not like men, Dad." Rafael speaks up, distracting me from my thoughts.
"Well try, dammit." Diego was easily getting angry, and the tension rose easily.
"No, I like me, I'm amazing." Rafael states, flipping his nonexistent hair over his shoulder.
"Oh, boy." I groan, just wanting to leave.
Before Diego could add anything, Rafael rushes out as if his ass was on fire. Before I could do the same, he calls my name, causing me to halt in my movements.
"Yeah?" I ask, still standing.
"You've been seeing that Lorenzo boy, no?" I choke on my spit again.
Okay, which one of you snitched.
"I don't see why it's any of your business." I retort, not wanting to deal with this anymore.
"It is when it's involves my own daughter, Davina." He bites back, trying to make a point.
"Oh, so now I'm your daughter, good to know." I nod, making a clicking noise with my mouth.
"Shut up," He grumbles, "Is it true or not?"
"I don't know, you should ask Lorenzo." I say, trying to deflect the questions onto him.
Sorry, Lor.
I rush out, and compose myself when I reach the foyer. I see Rafael looking kind of worried on the couch in the living room, so I walk towards him.
"What's up?" I question, kind of concerned.
Rafael was always in a happy cheery mood, so this was kind of weird.
"Did you not hear Dad? Like, I'm literally gay. I don't even belong in the mafia world. I need a fucking heir too, Jesus Christ. Reality is giving me a slap in the face, and I really don't know how to deal with it." He rants, all in one breath.
"Wait, a heir?" I ask, disregarding everything else he said.
"Yeah?"
"Ya' know," I start, "I wouldn't mind being your surrogate. As long as you have a boyfriend, and are in a stable relationship."
