Blinded By The Kindled Fire (Ongoing)

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"Soobshcheniye." Report.

Irina made her way into my study with a folder in hand and that usual scowl on her face whenever she's in front of me, "I've been well, pakhan. Thank you for not asking."

A glare that would make others cower did nothing to her, as she kept matching my eyes with the same intensity. Sometimes I commend her for being able to maintain her stature around me, but most days it's annoying.

"Now, now, sister." Both our eyes darted to the doors of my study hearing the voice of my Sovietnik, Ilya—which is, unfortunately—Irina's brother.

If she weren't an asset, being the sibling of my most trusted brother saves her the consequences of giving me an attitude.

"Just give Dmitriev what he wants." He said as he plopped down the sofa with an apple in his hand.

Irina placed the folder on my table, "Everything about the new Italian capo is in there."

She turned to sit next to Ilya on the sofa, taking the apple from his hand, "Hey!"

"YA ne ponimayu, pochemu ty vdrug zainteresovalsya ital'yantsami." I don't get why you're suddenly interested with the Italians. She squinted her eyes at me and followed to point a finger, "The society's been at peace, Alexsei. Don't try to wreck havoc out of whim."

"You think so lowly of me to investigate on my possible adversaries out of whim." I raised my eyebrow at her finger in which she immediately put down after realizing her mistake, "But being newly appointed the position and not attending hetaeria is suspicious, even for them."

The mother capo of the Cosa Nostra may have gave an excuse for her heir, but that doesn't remove the suspicion of why one of the largest families' head was not present during the most traditional gathering that has been revered by all operative mobs from way past our births.

The new capo should have thought wisely than to hide behind her grandmother if she's gotten cold feet. Being the granddaughter of one of the elders with high authority does not give her a free pass on skipping tradition.

Even if it were a nuisance to me, and I know many other's as well, we've never disrespected hetaeria if we knew what that meant for our organizations.

Fear isn't something we should hold in this life, especially if we are born to lead the men under it. If the new capo is incompetent, then what would make of the Cosa Nostra?

Sure, the Bratva would no longer have a rival, yet even if that were good news, it would tip the balance of the whole underground society. And it would not just mean a disturbance in hierarchy, it would also mean war.

Wars to challenge for the position.

And the thing about wars is the fucking clean-up that we would be held responsible for. As much as I crave for blood, cleaning up dead bodies is a waste of my time.

I flipped open the folder and the name in bold letters immediately caught my attention.

Davina Nefertari D'Atri

I furrowed my brows, "U imeni net litsa?" Is there no face to the name?

Irina shook her head, "The mother capo made sure she would only be officially seen after she attends her first hetaeria." How convenient would that be for them.

Sabina D'Atri's reputation may precede her, but sometimes I think she abuses her power of authority over the organizations. She has a seat with the elders for a reason, but she shouldn't be spoon-feeding her granddaughter privileges she herself worked so hard for during her reign.