𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑅𝑒𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑙𝑦.

*45*

-And young Davina

-E.R

West walks around the car and enters the back seat with me. The driver is notified by his nod to start driving to our next destination. Another name that we can cross off the never-ending list of debt due to us. To me.

Only two months have passed since I rightfully took control of my father's Mafia. I had been waiting for this moment my whole life. It had been engraved into my mind what my duties were. My father had traded in his position of being boss when he married another woman and had another child. A child I still haven't met.

My uncle has taken his spot ever since and with every decision I get to make he now thinks he knows better and insists on putting in his input.

"Can I just say-" He starts with a finger in the air. The act itself causes me to groan and throw my head back onto the seat. Of course.

"Send people to wait outside until John goes back," I say truly not caring as to what this family has going on. It was clear John was the father of the two kids, their ginger hair proved it all too well. I didn't know the man that well, I had probably met him two times at most. But I wasn't stupid.

"They're children." West scolds me. My mind spirals back onto the attack I've been planning. It's the only thing I've been looking forward to, the only real reason I agreed to this responsibility. Revenge was the only thing I cared for.

West was the biggest empath I knew. He always looks at things from a positive perspective, having two children in his eyes could make a guilty man innocent. If I had to be completely honest I'd rather have less shitty people in the world than to have them raise children.

"Ok, then what do you want to do," I sigh while letting the image of the sixteen-year-old girl flash into my brain. Her doe-like eyes were so glossy, I wasn't sure if it was entirely from her tears.

My uncle pauses, he doesn't give any reply which doesn't seem to amaze me.

"Just put it off, I'll get to it sometime" I throw the list onto my uncle's lap and change the topic, "I have some things I need to do can we cut this short?" I ask fixing my posture. I make eye contact with the driver and just by me lifting my head he changes direction.

"What thing?" My uncle says weary, he knew more than anyone the exact plans I had.

"I know you know Uncle West," I scoff.

"It's stupid." He finally comes clean. "Starting a war with the French mafia is the dumbest thing you could ever do."

"It's not a war."

"You're planning to erase the French mafia from existence. What if it fails? You have a lifelong war that could last generations," he says passionately. The driver tries his best not to listen in but his eyes look at us through the rearview mirror one too many times.

"They killed my father, his wife, and my mother," I say knowing damn well it's enough reasoning. Even with his dislike for the idea I knew that it played no factor in my choice.

"Emilio-"

"You're not changing my mind. Take me back." I demand the driver, I then look out of the window and watch as the trees pass by so I don't have to look at West's serious face.

The ride doesn't last too long and I can tell by the speed of the car that the driver was trying his best to get there as fast as he could. The still air was probably just as uncomfortable for him as it was for us.