𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞 | The oldest daughter of the Don to the Latin mafia hasn't had it easy in life so far growing up in a not so loving household made her have to learn how to build herself back from what her father destroyed and trust no one...
Have fun with this chapter it's a bit short but I wanted to end it that way so the next one could be better also any text in bold interrupting a characters thoughts is me talking .
Have fun with this xx :))
(Daniel Miller = Damien Volkov Maya Davis = Mara Clemente)
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~Damien Volkov~
The whole way to the investigation site the voice in my head won't stop telling me I'm about to get busted and that she's gonna know. And you know what's the worst thing about it? It's that I know it's right.I really am about to get busted and I honestly don't wanna find out how she reacts to the information, see that's what scares me about when you care for someone. When you care about their opinions or how they are or what they're gonna say to you it puts you at disadvantage in front of them and god knows I don't like being in disadvantage.
Did Madden really have to give her out of everyone is the whole fucking FBI camera duties?
Now, Nik somehow knew to stay quiet for once in his goddamn life he knew to just sit down in the passenger seat and quietly sip on his coffee. Even tho he did seem to giggle from time to time at his phone but he was mostly quiet and I really appreciated his understanding.
A little bit more driving and we finally get to the site so I park the car next to the rest of the others cars and we both get out.
"Hey wait" I call out to him.
"Yea?"
"Thank you" I tell him.
He walks up to me and wraps his arms around me in a hug "for what Damy boo" I roll my eyes at his use of that god awful Nik-name (get it because like nickname so like Nik-... yea sorry I'll just shut up back to Damien's thoughts )
"Didn't expect it to last now did ya" he says before I groan causing him to chuckle.
"Well no time to chit chat damy we gotta get to work because we care SOOOOO much about being here and serving our country" he says sarcastically before dragging me by the arm to where the rest of the people are.
A while after that*
Yea I'll be damned if I sit here and do nothing. I can't focus on anything, every time I try to get to work my mind goes back to the image of her just sitting there seeing the footage with disbelief on her face, or even worse disgust or regret. I'm not proud to say this but the fact that this woman's opinion matters so fucking much to me after all the years I've spent building back what my father destroyed. After I've built my walls and learned to not care anymore but here I fucking am not being able to focus on simple tasks because I'm scared she'll be disappointed to find out her co-worker was the one she was dancing with.
