𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝕸𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊

Chapter Thirty Four {Davinia} 🌹

The night is just beginning and the realization of what is to come begins to set in. I'll be in the midst of a lot of people and I don't really do well in crowds but my training as a mafia Don really helped downplay my anxiety around crowds or you can just say I'm very good at pretending.

"Hey," I hear Tiana call as she approaches me by my vanity seat. She sees my face in the mirror and she instantly knows the battle I'm having with myself. She holds my shoulder, leaning closer to me with her cheek touching mine. "Remember who you are, Davi" she spoke right into my ear, it resonates in my head. I look back at her in the mirror, she also looks terrible but where I tried to mask it with makeup she prefers to go natural and use it to her advantage of being ruthless and unstoppable. My mind clips on to the sentence she whispered into my ear and I nod firmly, feeling my mood lift a little.

"Anything?" I ask, purposely breaking the moment between us. She eyes me carefully and her eyes squint like she knows what I did but she answers my question, nevertheless.

"I have records of Fred checking into clubs and bars but there's no record of him meeting anyone, it's like he went on his own to enjoy himself," She explains with a bit of annoyance lacing her voice. I am not the only who gets annoyed when it comes to Federico. Then something registers in my mind. Federico may be a pig but he isn't a dog, he's hardly seen in clubs or bars or a whore house. He respects his wife or just doesn't want to offend the daughter of a Military commander.

"Rico does not club," I say to her, watching her head bob in agreement.

"That is why the whole thing is fishy. He has frequent visits in these particular clubs and bars but he does not meet or seat with anyone. I don't believe he got into a fight with his wife and is venting by going to clubs and bars" she reasons and I nod along.

"This isn't a telenovela, it is the mafia world. Rico loves his life enough not do something that stupid. It's either his wife knows about this or he's being hiding it from her," I drawl lazily. "We don't necessarily have to see him with someone, check the cameras of the clubs and bars he's been to and check for anything suspicious. You don't actually have to see someone before you can converse with he or she"

Tiana nods firmly.

"I'll do that and let you know what I find" slowly she let's go of my shoulders and stands up straight, looking down at me. "About Ronan," she pauses, guaging my reaction which is pointless cause Its the same as always. Cold and passive. "I suggest you have a talk with him yourself"

I arch my left brow at her. "Is that what we're doing now?" she shakes her head slowly, her hands slip into her pockets but I already saw it. Her shaky hands, a result of stress and too much coffee. Tiana is fast and efficient but not entirely strong. She uses her brain and speed to fill up the spaces for strength and manpower but when she stress her brain and body for too long she becomes weak, sometimes, very sick. It has been like that since birth and only few of us know about it. Left to me, she should have gone for the business course in America and take over some of dad's company but Tiana is damn stubborn.

I decide to let go of Ronan issue. If it's something very important that I should really know, she would have said it to me. For now, she needs rest. "You need to rest, Favorito" I say to her, allowing myself to sound softer than usual. She avoids my gaze by focusing her sight on the portrait behind me. My eyes closed shut for a second, I take in a deep breath and I release it along with opening my eyes.

"You might be the eldest but I'm still the boss so I hereby command you to take a week rest!" I shoot out of my seat with a finger pointing at her. I know I'm being dramatic but like I said, Tiana is very stubborn. She eyes me like I'm crazy and shrugs.

"I'm fine"

"Tell that to your doctor" I sneer. She ignores me and I march towards her. "Get your ass out of my room and go see a doctor. Don't think of sneaking around at the party or I'm going to ban the winery from allowing you to have a taste of their samples"

Her eyes widen in disbelief as she takes a step towards me. "You wouldn't dare"

I shrug back at her. Finally, I know how to get her in line. A smile of victory appears on my face. "I definitely would"

She moves swiftly, her right hand up in the air In a fist, aimed at me. We've played this game one too many times. I simply pull the glock from my thigh and clock it at her throat. She halts, I smirk with an eyebrow raised at her. "You've lost your speed, caro. Take a rest, I'll be fine" dejection registers on her face as she drops her hand.

"I have Butcher with me. I'll be okay" I assure her with a warm smile on my face. Her eyes leave mine to glare at something behind me. Is she still ignoring me? What is she glaring at?

"Don't mean to interrupt but we are running a little bit late"

My eyes closed shut for a second in an attempt to stop myself from cussing then I open them before stiffly turning my neck to see the devil himself, Ronan dressed in dark blue velvety three piece tuxedo with a bow tie. I blink once. His hair is packed in a neat man bun with few side bangs, his blue eyes look electrifying and his luscious lips pull to a smirk. Shit! I'm caught staring. I immediately look away.

"Why didn't you knock?"

He shrugs"The door was left wide open, I thought something was wrong" I bite my lower lip. Those darn latinas! "I guess I came in time too" He says with a nudge of his head towards me with his eyebrows raised. I look behind me and I realize that I still have a gun aimed at Tiana. The idiot smirks at me like she wasn't the one who started it. Swiftly, I returned my gun to my garter.

"We were...... Bonding"