𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝕸𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊

Chapter Thirty Nine{Davinia} 🌹

Fucking Rico! I'm seriously going to fuck him up. Especially for making me go through this stress, like I've not had enough of it. I track his location with my phone as I follow it up the stairs. It leads to the rooftop where I see Rico, curled up like a ball on the floor. I rush over to him, he groans in pain as I pull him up to his feet. "Run" He mutters weakly. My eyebrows furrow.

"What?"

The sound of a gun clicks and in a flash, I remove my dagger from my garter and fling it at the person behind me. My hands pull Rico fully to his feet and I push him away from me. "leave. Will deal with you later" my voice sounds weak, I do feel weak. I must have really overworked myself this time. Rico leaps away from me and escapes through the back door. I turn to face the fucker behind me. It's the same waiter, he still has the mask covering his face but his sleeves are folded up to his elbow and I can now clearly see the tattoo on his left hand.

His left hand wraps around the gun in his hand in a firm grip. His other hand drips of blood. I smirk as my eyes dart down to my dagger laying on the floor. How did I miss? Am I that weak? I don't want to kill him but do I have the strength to hold him down?

"A pretty smart move, I must say. You didn't poison the wine but the glass. Unfortunately for you, we didn't drink it" I say to him. He takes fast strides to me and raises the gun only for me to kick it away from his hand. His right hand holds my right leg and I immediately lift my left leg but before it reaches his face, he flips me over. I fall right back on my feet but I stagger.

"You are not meant to drink it" he speaks coldly as he bends to pick his gun up from the floor. What is wrong with me tonight? Is it the alcohol? Either way I pull the two long pins from my bun and attack him with them. He evades my every hits, my moves are sloppy. I don't mange to scratch him with the pins. They fall to the ground as he holds my wrist and easily wrings them with so much force, my grip on them loosened. I grunt in pain but not from the pain of my wrist. My insides are burning like I drank acid. He takes opportunity of my weakness and pulls me up from the ground by my neck. I can't even struggle even if I want to, my legs feel weak. He pulls my face down to his clown masked face. "He was only to take a sniff of it" he tilts his head hauntily at me as he speaks.

Shit. It registers to me. I was the one who took a sniff of his wine. So poison is running in my veins, that explains my sudden fatigue and exaggerated weakness. My eyes drift away from him to see a figure hunched on the rooftop of the building beside the one we are currently standing on. A sense of relief washes over me. I already know who it is on that building with a sniper gun right in front of her. The pain intensifies from the pit of my stomach and travels up to my chest. I feel myself burn from the inside out. His hold around my neck isn't helping the situation.

"I really hope you don't die" I manage to mutter to him but then I cough out blood. The metallic taste of it fills my mouth. He tilts his head back to the left like he's confused. He should be.

"Wha-" he screams in pain and abruptly drops me down to floor. I fall like a wet kitten. He gets shot again and he screams louder as he falls to his knees. Tiana shot him right at the back of his legs. The fucker can't walk even if he wants to. My sight starts to blur. I blink slowly.

"Davinia! Davinia!" I hear callings. It sounds so distant, the person calling me starts to shake me or touch me? Its hard to tell, I can't feel or see a thing. Breathing is starting to become hard for me. I remember the type of poison that was used. Drinking it won't have an effect unless you've been poisoned by smelling it's scent.

"Davi!"

My lips wobble as I try to make words fall from them. "I need to drink from Ronan's glass"I try to speak, I really hope I'm saying the right thing cause I can't hear myself." That's the only cure" are the last words I force myself to say before I slip into the darkness. Ahhh, sleep at last.

The brightness settles on my closed eyelids. I've been awake for a while now but I prefer the darkness I'm surrounded with because my eyes are still closed. It's silent, what was I expecting? I supposed I'm used to it. My body still feels pretty much weak but it won't stop me from beating Rico to a pulp. Yes, I didn't forget. There's no way I'm leaving this earth without beating the shit out of him. But when I think of how last night played out, I can't help but think Rico is just a pawn in this whole mess. I guess I have to get up and figure out this shit myself. My eyes flutter open slowly, The dull white ceiling graces my sight and I sigh tiredly. I move to lift myself up from bed but a hard tug on my wrist pulls me back down. I look down at what is holding me down by the wrist.

"What the?" I'm chained to the bed with a handcuff.

"Tiana suggested it" my neck snaps up at the person who spoke. Uncle Max stands legs crossed while leaning on the entrance of my room.

"You need rest, Cara."he says softly as he lifts his body off the door's railing and stalks over to me." You both overworked yourself "He sits on the chair beside my bed. I just simply stare at him like I can't believe there's a handcuff holding me down to the bed. My body slums down back to the bed, I'm definitely going to unlock it and leave the first chance I get." Don't even think about it" He warns.

"Think about what?" I feign ignorance.

"You're not allowed to leave the bed till tomorrow. If you do, I will put you on house arrest." He threatens and I gape at him in fake betrayal.

"What about Tiana?"

"In the same situation as you."

"The culprit?"

"Dead, swallowed a cyanide pill right after he got  shot."

I fold my lips as I cussed inwardly. That motherfucker! I had plans for him. He is pretty smart, God knows, I planned on making his life miserable. I glance at Uncle Max's unbothered face.

"Federico?"

"Under house arrest."

"Rolan?"

"Moscow. Went to get more information on the ex Odessa soldier." Uncle answers me like a robot. I guess he does know how I think. How can he not? He's been with me since I was an infant.

"Ex soldier?" I tug at the cuff. It is starting to make my wrist itch.

"Yes, he fled the Russian mafia after killing one of their own in a brawl." he explains and I nod slowly, taking the information in. "I'll be attend to your business for today so I must take my leave" Uncle Mac gets up to leave. "Don't try it Davinia, I mean it" it's not the tone of his voice that makes me want to obey. It's the emotion in his eyes. Worry, I worried him.

"I promise, I won't." he smiles at me before he leaves my room.

I notice my room smells different. I search for the source of the beautiful scent. It smells like...

"Who got me flowers?" my voice sound hoarse, I need water. There's a bouquet of Freesias in different colors on vanity table.

"Cutie Rex did." Helen's sing song voice disrupts the silence as she makes her way into my room with a vase filled with water in her hands. I groan inwardly, not this clown. "You are surrounded by different Greek gods. I wish to be in your shoes" She exclaims dramatically. She unties the ribbon of the flowers and begin to arrange them into the vase.

My shoulders drop in a shrug. "It's not that hard but first you must kill a man."  I say dryly.

"Dio non voglia!"She shuns the idea. My eyes roll lazily then an idea comes to my mind.

"You wouldn't mind taking this unnecessary cuffs off me?"

"Don't even think of it"

I groan out loud. I can't just lay in bed and not do  anything. It's impossible, how can one live like this?

"It's just a day, Davinia. You won't die"

I can't do this.