𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝕸𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊

Chapter Forty One{Davinia} 🌹

The shuttle sound of my blinds when I pull them down. The way I slam the last file that needed my signature, my last sip of my coffee and the small buzz my laptop makes when I shut it down so I can get ready to leave for Moscow. Don't get the wrong idea, it's been long since I've been there and it has really great views and sites. I'm only curious to see how it looks like now not because of the insanely handsome man who has a gift waiting for me in Moscow. As much as I would love to deny it, it's the truth. The promised gift has been the only thing on my mind since I woke up which was exactly at 12 in the freaking morning.

I'll be spending a week over there. To talk about business, I'd like an overview of businesses where I could invest in and open a branch for my sole business. There is nothing like "enough wealth" you always have to keep investing and growing business beneath you. Being a Ceo of "The Jewels" fashion line as been by greatest pride. I'm sure I've mentioned my love for fashion and dressing up. It wasn't easy cause I started from the very bottom till I became the Ceo of my very own company. Before, I had to draw the designs of anything that comes to mind and then sow it to my perfection but now all I do is draw, invent and supervise the making and it brings me great joy to see my line in competition with top designers over the world. 

I may be a princess but I'm not spoilt. At least not in the way most people think.

Moscow could use a bit of Davinia Jewels. Ronan won't mind sharing his city with me and even if he does..... Do I care? No. So with a smile of triumph on my face, I strut out of my office only for the smile on my face to be replaced with a nasty scowl because right in front of my office is a sickly Federico on a wheel chair looking so miserable, one could mistake it as a color. 

"And what might you be needing from me Anziano?" I drawl with disinterest. 

"Your forgiveness" He croaks. My eyes slowly roll in their sockets. 

"Too late," I move to walk past him but he navigates his chair with the help of his remote and blocks my path. His sunken eyes and pale weary skin slags on his face. Poor guy. I look down at him through my glasses with a "Are you kidding me" look. "I will run you down the stairs, Rico." I say dryly. He makes no move to leave my front. I scratch the bridge of my nose.

"I will tell all I know and what you want to know. Please, Bambino. Give me another chance." He begs. Did he really just call me "Child" this dude, a child who is capable of killing you. I scoff inwardly. He picked the wrong time for me and the right time for him to do this shit. I don't want to be late which means I have to make him leave on way or the other before he makes me very late.

"Rico, I do not have time for this." I tell him. He shakes his head slowly.

"Please,"

I pretend to think about it. Well, I am thinking about it. The plan was to kill him if he had a hand in the bombing but I already know that he is just a pawn on the board of the real mastermind. My eyes roll for the second time before they land back on him. I probably shouldn't be so hard on the poor guy.

Slowly, I bend and whisper to his left ear. "Tell your wife to give you a spoonful of the fragrance she ordered from Channel yesterday" the look of shock and disbelief is a not a good combination expression for his worn out face. I smile down at him as I return to my standing position and dust away invisible specks of dust on the embroidered collar of my white suit mini gown. "Now, if you don't mind. I have somewhere I have to be." With that, I leave him to process my words and walk straight into the elevator.

After Uncle told me about Federico and I placed the pieces together with what I saw at the party I decided to spare his life. Tiana exchanged the product of his wife ordered item to a replica of it but completely different. The poison I fed him is not exactly lethal, it's just hard to detect and the antidote is not rare but the knowledge of it is very scarce. The smile on my face grows bigger as the image of his shocked face visits my mind. Drama makes this mafia job more fun than it should be and I am a latina mafia princess, what more do you expect?

The elevator pings and opens up. I step out of it into the parking lot. A man is standing by the side of my red Lamborghini and I immediately put my hand into my bag to grab my glock. I move closer to my car. My guard drops when I see the man standing by the side of my car. It's Andrei, Ronan's personal bodyguard and chauffeur. They look around the same age but Andrei is more bulky and scary looking with a nasty burn scar around his neck which is covered under the black ink of designs and drawings but for someone with a keen eye like me, it was not hard to notice the scar. He bows at me and I nod back in greeting.

"I have the plane waiting in the railway for you." He says sharply. How did he know that my company has a railway? Oh wow, what else do I expect from the king of Moscow. 

"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting, was busy taking care of pests."

He nods. He leads the way back to the elevator and we go to the top floor. The silence in the elevator is not uncomfortable but I can't seem to stop looking at his neck. I'm curious, how did he get such a scar? The ping of the elevator interrupts my thought as we leave and walk up the exit stairs that lead to the rooftop door. The wind slaps my face with full force when he opens the door. The railway has a open roof where I sight of  a white large jet plane . I swallow my awe and follow him to the magnificent looking baby. I could not help but run my fingers along the surface of it. I should probably buy one for myself or I could just claim this. 

My phone rings, a short scoff leaves my mouth at the name of the caller displayed on my phone screen. "Short devil". I pick it nevertheless. 

"Where are you?" 

"In the clouds?" 

"Do I need to follow you?" Always worrying like a mother hen. 

"You have to stay and handle things with Uncle for the week. I'll be fine." 

"You said that the last time." 

"And look, I'm still breathing." 

"Davinia," 

"Tiana," 

"....." 

"if you don't mind, I'd love to watch you peasants from above, talk to you later." She mutters something in Italian underneath her breath, I'm pretty sure its a bunch of cuss word but I cut the call either way. 

The blonde air hostess that welcomed us earlier appeared by my side with a chef beside her. The never leaving planted smiles on their faces make me want to itch. "What would you like to eat or any refreshments?" She questions. The chef hands me the menu. I take it from him and go true the list. Everything here looks enticing but I'm not really hungry. I return the menu.

"I'll have an Apple cider mule, Cocktail. That would be all." They bow before leaving my presence.

The view from here is breathtaking and I feel myself beginning to relax as the soft breeze blows right through me. I pull out my drawing tab from my bag with my pen. There has been a particular dress design in my head that I have not had the time to sit and sketch, its better to take hold of this opportunity and get it done.

I start with the body figure. My body figure cause I prefer to try the style on my body to see how it fits before changing it for different body sizes and shape. My body shape is more of a pear and triangle kinda shape, I don't really know but what I lacked for boobs, I gained in hips and butt. My boobs aren't small but compared to the females in our family both from my mother and father side, they still need some growing to do but I like them just the way they are. 

After I'm done with the figure, I begin to sketch the dress design on it. I'm going for a victorian suit blouse and skirt kind of thing so the first thing is my corseted puffed short sleeves suit with buttons on each side starting from below my bust to my middle belly then for the skirt, I draw the length to my mid thigh, after much thought, I decided to leave it as a draped skirt with a little split at the right side. My eyes are beginning to drop so I pause on the drawing and save it in my drafts before I switch off my tablet and rest my eyes.