𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝕸𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊

Chapter Thirty One{Ronan} 🔥

Shit! Did he just kill my queen? For the second time?!. My left foot taps impatiently on the wooden flooring as I anticipate his next move. It happens slowly, his king leaves his position and comes a square forward. I rub my chin as I asses the situation. "So what you're saying is, there are people who are against the joining of the two mafias" He asks, his eyes not leaving the board. If I can just-I move my king forward also.

"Yes, I believe that there is an instigator who is stirring shit up" He moves one of his pawns forward but unfortunately for him it is in line of my bishop. I look carefully before I take my move. Of course it's a trap, if I take the move to swallow his pawn, I'll get swallowed by his queen. Sneaky old man. My eyes meet his as a smirks lines my lips, let me move a pawn forward too. "It's either some traitor from the Italians that is instigating the traitors here or the traitor here instigating the traitor over there" He moves his king forward and I move my rook over to his king's lane. He clocks an eyebrow at me, I simply smile in return. Let's see how well you love the taste of your own poison.

"How do you plan to solve this?" He moves his king back two squares to its corner, away from my rook's sight. I shake my head. So he wants to hide now.

"Oh" I exclaim softly as I furthermore chase him with a pawn. He swallows it and I can tell by his silent cursing that he moved irrationally. I use it to my advantage and swallow his bishop with my queen. Now, it's my turn to cock an eyebrow at him. I relax back in my seat, enjoying the look of frustration and curiosity on his face. "I plan on allowing the whole thing to play itself out" I mutter lowly. He eyes me for a second before swallowing my pawn with his rook.

"Why? You think he has hands in this?" slowly, I swallow his rook with my bishop. He curses silently.

"I don't think so, I know so" now, he is panicking and it affects his next move as he moves his king two squares forward from his comfort zone, he quickly realizes his mistake but it's too late. He sighs and watches me chase him with my king.

"How is Davinia handling it?" just as I expected, he moves his king to the side and I corner him with my rook. He has no where to go, our eyes meet and a smile of triumph welcomes my lips. Checkmate.

To his last question. "She's handling just fine" He groans, flicking his king's head then hissing from the pain he feels in his middle finger's head. It's hard to win a chess game with my father. Unlike me, his very patient and calm and can still have time to count the stars when there is war around him. So when I win on rare cases like this, I jubilate. It makes him proud also, his face is just too tight to show the reaction that I want from him.

He gets up from his throne like sofa, slides his right hand down his chest as he walks past me not without patting my shoulder. He walks to his full open balcony. I watch the sunset fall on his face, we definitely don't share looks but as time went on in the Dimitri household, I began to copy his every movement till he and I became one of the same person. People found it hard to believe that I am not of his blood.

Christian Dimitri was a monster when he was an active capo. His name sent shivers down the heart of hardened soldiers. He'd walk home at noon with blood dripping down his beard and kiss us on our foreheads when he thought we were sleeping. Nikolai always complained about how gross it made him feel but I? I inhaled deeply the metallic scent of the blood and bathe in it, feeling like a prized possession for the first time in my adolescent years.

His eyebrows flutter as he stares at the lovely view of the sunset. He had our names tattooed on his chest, where his heart rested and we had his name tatted on our wrist. He wanted us to leave the space on our chest for our own kids. I'm not getting sentimental. No, it's more like appreciating what I have with any chance I've got. We're not of the same blood but he's risked his life for ours multiple of times and it makes me wonder what he would have done for his own blood children, unfortunately, he has none. The thought never bothered him like it bothers most men. Odessa men worried about the continuation of their legacies but not Christian Dimitri. He'd look his mates in the eyes and say.. "I have a lovely wife with two potential boys, what more could I ask for?"

I'd watch him with admiration sparkling in my eyes. It reminds me how badly I wish for kids to call my own. Have them look at me like a god, follow and copy my every move, trying their best to become the best.

"If it comes to worse, would you kill him?" I hear him ask, his gaze looking forward.

Would I kill him? It depends, anyone who threatens my family and blood would have to be put to rest. I won't think twice before removing him from the surface of the earth. I look up to see old man looking down at me with the same look in my eyes. Warning and an intent to kill. He understands what it means to protect and how my need to protect those I care about goes deeper than anything.

"I won't it let it come to worse before I end his life" I mutter without blinking an eye.