𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝕸𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊

Chapter Four {Davinia} 🌹

Halsey ~ Now or Never.

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The moment the dining hall doors closes behind me, Ghost appears by my side. Just like her name implies, stealthily and fast. Her birth name is Tiana, she's been by my side since I was born, so I was told. It was said that my dad hid her mother in the estate away from an underground gang while she was still in the womb.

Rumors say they were secret lovers but whatever it was they had. He protected Tiana's mother even after her mother's death, he took her in as one of his own. Thus, she became my elder sister.

Tiana earned the name Ghost because of her network and internet skills, a very good hacker. One of the best we've owned in the mafia.

She can breach any high-tech security without being noticed and when it comes to combat skills, she's just the same, stealthy and fast. She'd kill in a blink of an eye and so she was also the best personal bodyguard I could ever wish for alongside Butcher. A job she had Personally requested from my father as an act of repaying his kindness.

Walking side by side to the elevator, I listen as she feeds me the information I've been yearning to get since the unexpected visit of Mr. Dimitri.

We get into the elevator and she presses in my floor number.

She hands me a clear file and I instantly begin to brief through it, whilst listening to her speak.

"If we're both thinking the same thing then yes, he is the man your Father spoke about. Papa doesn't trust easily but for him to trust his beloved daughter to a dangerous frenemy makes me wonder if there is something your father wants you to know" She rushes out her hypothesis. Always straight to the point. I shook my head slowly, still going through the documents.

"His father and your father were really close" She adds, taking her hair out from the bun. A sigh leaves her lips when her hand begins brush her hair, taking it back over her shoulders.
My eyebrows rise at her last statement.

"Close?"

My father wasn't "close" to anyone that wasn't his wife and daughter. He always kept to himself. A trait I got from him.

"Hmm," Tiana nods in affirmation to what she said earlier.

"It is true that the Russians don't partner or socialize with other mafias but Alexi Christian Dimitri and your father were close since childhood. They both spent their teenage years in Russian prison" Her silvery voice blends with the night breeze as she speaks.

I nod my head slowly, still briefing through the file. The last page is occupied with pinned on images of my dad with another man who shares a resemblance to Rolan dressing style. They both have sincere smiles on their hardened faces.

A pained smile slowly creeps its way to my lips at the sight of my father's smile. Papa always smiled with his eyes, they'd glisten and his ears would perk upward.

Yeah, he was close with Rolan's Father.

I close the file and hand it back to Tiana. Papa had always wanted what was best for me. I really don't mind a fixed marriage but what does Rolan get from this union?

"It says here in his file that he was married," My shoulders roll in rotation. "What happened?"

"She was murdered. Cut into pieces and sent to Rolan in a packaged box on his birthday"

My expression flatters, and my chest tightens in pain. Someone he cares about had been taken away from him just like how papa had been taken away from me. We've both lost something very precious. I look at Tiana. Her chestnut brown eyes meet my jade green ones.

Our eyes speak for us.

"The Irish were responsible for her death"

I squinted my eyes, she smiles coyly.

"What do you think dissolved the Irish mafia to nothing?"

I raise my left brow.

"He destroyed the mafia slowly and painfully, taking down their establishments and revenues. Took away a special person from each of the people involved in his wife's death. Sealed the Boss and underboss in an iron coffin alive and threw them in the ocean " She answers her question vacantly.

Both my eyebrows rise to the roof and my head tilts to the side. He must have loved his wife so much to take down a whole empire as an act of vengeance.
Now I'm curious to know more about Rolan Niklavo Dimitri.

The elevator stops and we walk into my office. It was my dad's before he died but now it's mine.

The lights turn on automatically and brightens the place. The only thing I change in this office is the mini library I had built in it.

I was a lover of books before I became boss, I still love them but I hardly have time to read anything that isn't related to the mafia business.

Tiana makes herself comfortable on my plush Grey leather loveseat. While I sit on my desk with my feet crossed and my arms folded.

I stare at the "the lady in gold" painting by Gustav Klimt. A gift Meth gave me to decorate the office.

"What's the plan?" I ask, my voice above a whisper.

"What do you want to do?"

"To avenge papa"

"Then you know what to do" we lock gazes. Her eyes hold a promise.

A promise to stay by my side and avenge papa's death. He wasn't just a boss to her, he was also a father to her.

There is just one problem.

"Your Mother"
"Mother"

We blurt out at the same time.

Mirth plays on her lips, teasing me.

My head falls back and I let out a groan laced with frustration

I wondered how she'll take it. What if she knows about it? She'd gladly agree to marry me off to a total stranger. Any means to get me out of her life.

Thinking of her no longer makes my heart ache. I've gotten over it, over the years, as the Boss of the Italian, you have to have a cold heart and a strong mind. It didn't take me long to possess those attributes.

My life is about to take an interesting twist.