Crimson Temptation | CT

Don't you dare!

Davide's Pov continues:-

The Don, the head of the Italian-American mafia, is regarded as the leading decision-maker and head of the criminal family. He is also referred to as the godfather, the criminal organization's boss, the most powerful member of the crime family, and the criminal organization's top level. The other team members are normally completely under their supervision. Mafia business is typically coordinated, controlled, or managed by the mafia leader, who likes to operate in the shadows.

In reality, the Capo Bastone, also known as the Underboss, is the second-in-command. He is in charge of seeing that the money, paperwork, or information from illegal operations gets to the boss. Additionally, they typically supervise the choice of the caporegimes (men) who will do the murders. Following the death of the boss, the underboss must assume leadership of the crime family. He remains in this position until a new boss, who is occasionally the underboss, is selected.

The members of the crime family select a new boss from within the organisation after a boss passes away. And now that Dario has resigned from his post, I now hold complete responsibility for the organisation as the heir apparent or eldest son of this crime family. I was destined to be the next mafia boss, but I had no idea how soon. To be quite honest, I'm not even sure why Dario retired or put me in this situation at this time. Even though he is roughly sixty years old and in good health, his choice is still incomprehensible to me. Again, I'll be honest: I don't even want to talk about it with that old man.

The earlier you embrace it, the better, I reasoned. I am now the leader of the criminal family. I have to have blood on my hands every day now since I am in charge of running the criminal family in his place. I currently hold the titles of crime lord, Godfather, kingpin, boss of the criminal enterprise, and, loosely speaking, hit guy.

I groggily sighed, rubbed my brow, looked outside, and decided that because Dario was going to force me into marriage, I should probably get married in order to produce a legitimate blood heir. And Davina began to gradually record my thoughts. My mind slowly began to agitate as the phrase "my boyfriend" circulated. Was he really her boyfriend, I tightened my mouth tightly.

I stared at the road we were travelling on to take my thoughts off of her, but the more I made an effort to block out her thoughts, the more her comments continued to enter my head and, in some ways, pierce my heart as well. The car soon came to a stop in front of the villa, and as I loudly exited, I grabbed Carlo's attention by slamming the door. As usual, I disregarded his weird expression and continued walking towards my house. I ignored my men as they opened the entrance to my property and went straight to the kitchen. I instantly had a need for wine. I removed the bottle of wine from the cabinet and served myself. I drank a sip of wine, and when the liquid had chewed up all of my throat, I let out a sigh of relief as I stood by the counter, basking in the victory.

"Non osare." The man who was ready to touch me was cautioned by me. I slowly opened my eyes and glanced at the man who was clearly given the task of treating me by Carlo and who was holding a first aid bag in his hand. I glared at him with flaming eyes and made a clear motion for him to get away from me. Despite his flinch, he remained in position. "Fucking get away from me!" I yelled as rage filled my body. My booming voice startled everyone, and they all hastily left the hallway. Everyone was present in the hallway, but just one person was the focus of my eyes as I looked around. Thoughts cause a melancholy smirk to cross my lips, but she is not there. [Translation: - don't you dare]

With my heart carelessly in her fingers, she must be roving around somewhere. The idea made me sneer. Surely she and that jerk are somewhere together. As a lot of jealousy once more flooded my thoughts, I began to grip the wine glass tightly.

The fact that my heart began to race whenever she was near me, though, cannot be changed by any amount of jealousy, right?
When all else failed, I gave up and ran my fingers through my hair, remembering what Mattia had always said: "Jealousy can destroy a marriage quicker than anything!"

She was standing a few metres away from me, gasping for air as I turned to look at the voices of running footsteps. Her famously wide, drunken, caramel Crescenta relish-like eyes were trapped by thick eyelashes, and they were blinking softly, almost soothing my hard gaze. She had messy dark brown hair all over her face.

Author's Pov:-

one hour ago....

Astonished to find herself in an unfamiliar place, Davina was startled awake. When her hand was touched while she was sitting up in bed, she let out a gasp. Inhaling a sigh of relief when she recognised Mattia as the hand's owner, her eyes met the hand. She noticed a sudden panic taking hold of Davina's face as she was sitting on a stool next to the bed and worriedly scanning her. She swiftly reassured her, "Gerardo is fine," after realising the cause of her fright. Davina's focus was diverted.

"Don't worry, love; he is OK; he is currently in the hospital; his operation went well; and he will also be discharged soon." After she finished, there was a moment of silence between the two of them.

The uneasy stillness was broken by Mattia, who remarked, "You are hurt; let me treat you." She had a small but deep cut on her forehead, and a small quantity of blood was oozing from it. After getting up to get the first aid bag, she sat back down next to the bed, pulled out a small cotton ball, and applied some medicine to it before dabbing it on her forehead. Mattia softly blew at Davina's wound as she applied the medicine after feeling a searing sensation from it and hearing a hiss come from her mouth.

"Is Marvel truly your boyfriend," She teased her, which made Davina's pulse beat faster than usual.

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