Blinded By The Kindled Fire (Ongoing)

𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊

𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐀

The russians didn't really have much to say. They didn't need to. They simply gave updates on their shipments, some threats here and there over a little mishap—that they clearly have covered.

That's the power they hold over this society.

Aleksei Mikhail Dmitriev is feared. Not just because he is the Bratva's pakhan, but because he is the Bratva's pakhan.

One by one, mafiosos went up to deliver their piece while we just sit here and listen to whatever they had to say, not that it makes an impression like the Bratva's.

After everyone that needed to say something had said something, the elders all headed to the private room just for them to discuss the information shared and make their own incorporated announcement to end the evening.

While waiting for them, everyone is given the freedom to roam the venue, making sure to still abide by the rules. Contrary to the public's eyes, despite being a killing society, we do have allies within that we can trust. We don't necessarily live to kill one another, what's the point of hetaeria then?

Besides, killing one another would ruin all the fun, leaving just the Cosa Nostra and the Bratva to handle all the responsibilities of the underground society.

It sounds tempting, yes. But we can't have that. It'll be too easy for the minions in blue to pinpoint whomever they want to put blame on for some childish crimes. And we don't have the time to spare for their whims just so that they can make themselves look good infront of the mass.

Stefano is engaged in conversation with someone I don't know, yet he appears at ease, so I'm not concerned. Dona is in a conversation with Pierre about God knows what, and Dante is quietly observing everyone around us.

With no one else to converse with and unable to call my kids because ears are everywhere, I decided to eat.

And while waiting, I became incredibly bored which ended up with me finishing the hors d'oeuvres on my plate.

"I'm gonna go get more snacks." I tell no one in particular, but I know they heard me. Dante almost stood up but I stopped him, "The snack bar is just over there," I pointed to our left, "I'm not gonna die just because I'm getting macaroons."

"You still could."

I rolled my eyes at him, "Bite me." I left him there and I knew he wouldn't follow, but he would watch. Beside each other we may not seem like it, but to the both of us, I'm still the elder sibling. He can do whatever he wants to protect me—because he wishes to—but under my rules.

Once I reached the snack bar, I head straight for my targetted macaroons. At least with me here, I won't look dumb by being excluded from conversations at our table, especially when it seems like I should be the one initiating those discussions.

"Figured you'd have a sweet tooth." The breath against my ear had me turning. I could've knocked over the snacks on my plate with how fast I turned, gladly I didn't, or I would've made a much bigger scene than what this picture already shows.

"Davina D'Atri." The way my name left his lips created turmoil in places it shouldn't. God, he's still as majestic as I remembered. Those gray eyes resembling mirrors reflecting my own image, making me see deep into my eyes through his.

Get your head straight, Davina!

"Mr. Dmitriev." I nod in greeting.

Aleksei Mikhail Dmitriev is standing right in front of me with his huge figure of a god, in a confident stance that I mirror. I will not look inferior to someone who should be my equal. He may have held the crown to his empire longer than I have, but the crown I wear bears the same weight as his.