Seraphina Angela, infamously known as 'The Ruby Cadillac' is the original heiress to the throne of her father's mafia, which is partnered with the leading king & queen of the Italian mafia; Carter Fenix and Delilah Fiora Fenix. Seraphina isn't a reg...
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Pov: Seraphina Angela
"Did he leave even one clue behind? Une fois que j'ai mis la main sur ce connard, il est foutu [Once I get my hands on that asshole, he's done for]" Jacquie rants and I barely manage to get a scoff out.
I shrug, squirming in Damien's comfortable hold and moving further into his embrace for warmth. Not physical warmth but more emotional, he understands that. "He'll be fine, Miel[honey]" he whispers in my hair and I curl a fist around the material of his shirt, he lets me.
"He dipshit and ran, expected of the high and mighty Don Emiliano Salvador," I scoff, venom laced in my tone and Leo speaks up from across me, "Y ese pendejo queria que Vince y yo fuéramos luchadores. Él mismo es un cobarde! [and that asshole wanted me and Vince to be fighters. He himself is a coward]"
"αιματηρό γελοίο [bloody ridiculous]" Attila clicks his tongue and runs his hand through Jacquie's hair, soothing her down and pulling her closer to him. She sniffles and throws her legs over his lap, leaning up to gently peck his cheek. I'm glad they're keeping each other grounded through all of this.
Exactly like the way all of them are keeping me grounded. Me and Leo for that instance.
"Per quanto ci riguarda [as far as we are concerned]" I think out loud, sitting up straight to drop my hoodie-covered head onto Dame's shoulder instead, "We have no clue about his location but we could track him down using either his phone, his call log or any traces he left behind because he was bound to be careless."
Damien scoffs from above me, holding me closer and tucking me into his chest, "He was in such fucking hurry that too. Je le déteste putain [I fucking hate him]" he cusses, disdain laced in his tone and I sigh, ignoring the sinking of my heart in my chest.
"That's it then, that is how we locate the fucker. We retrace every place he could've gone and also, where he could be. We eliminate and narrow down all the possible places he could've fled to," Leo ideates while I hum, nervously chewing on the nail of my thumb.
Attila's eyes narrow to our phones and weapons all piled up on the table in front of us, "ακούγεται σαν σχέδιο [sounds like a plan] but for that, we need to get into his office, one, then figure out the literal map of everywhere he used to go. And only one person would know all of that," he pipes up and I click my tongue in annoyance.
"Vincent," I whisper in a distant, flat, quiet, lifeless voice and my eyes flit to the seat Vince and I used to be seated in during meetings, bodies wrapped up in each other and laughter bubbling from our chests. Now what?
