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Chapter 38: Raus III

Celeste

"Celeste?" I flinch as Davin waves a hand over my face, snapping out of my thoughts. I glance at him as he hands me a sandwich he made with fresh bacon, eggs, and avocado salad on the side. "Are you ready for your first mission?" he asked with a smile as he handed me a glass of cold water. "Mission?"
"Yeah, your first mission with Elias." My mouth wides into realization, "No."

I admit with a sigh that I expected Davin to snort or something, but he didn't. He just stayed silent as he watched me take a bite of my sandwich, "Okay, what's up?" he asked, taking his seat across from me on the kitchen island, "what do you mean-"

"Celeste, you're like my second best friend here. I know you too well to know there's something up," I frown. "Second, who's your first?!"

He swallows, "Callum, You, Ash, Damian, Dean, and Finn."

"Why is Finn last?" I smiled to myself as he arched a brow. He's sleeping with my brother. Why wouldn't he be last?" Rolling my eyes, I picked my glass of water up. Seeing him narrow his eyes at me, I took a sip and slowly placed it down. It was as if he expected me to throw him the glass.

Well...

"Come on, you can't hate him for sleeping with Call. To my sense, Callum seems to like him," I shrugged, reassuring him with a smile, "He told you that?"
"No, I'm just saying it to make you feel better," Davin narrowed his brow before rolling his eyes and glaring at me.

"Fine, Finn told me," I sighed, "Why do you hate their relationship either way?" I curiously asked, "Every time we're in a meeting room, those two giggles like a little girl it...it pisses me off," he whispered under his breath, "How old is Callum?"
"23"

I glare him back, giving him an arch of a brow, "I've always been there for him since he was a baby Cel-"
"I know that-"

"This is my movie moment, Cel. Let me have it." He gestures a finger, cutting me off mid-sentence. Rolling my eyes with a smile, I continue to listen. "My parents found him when I was eight, and ever since then, I've looked after him and made sure he was safe."

"He's been in one relationship with a guy, and it never ended well." I frowned curiously. I knew where Davin was coming from, but I didn't know since I was an only child. I'll try to understand.

"What happened?" I ask, "He got stabbed in the chest."
"Well, duh-"
"No, actually, it was a kitchen knife." My jaw practically drops, but I keep it up, "Oh god," I say, clearing my throat.

"Either way, I don't want him getting mentally or physically hurt." Hovering my hand over his, I tighten my grip, "Listen, I trust Finn. I know he wouldn't hurt Callum." A smile slowly Crees over Davin lip, "I don't trust him, but I trust you so" Nodding I pat him in the cheek before taking another bite of my sandwich, "Now tell me what's up with you."

The instant gut feeling sinks into my stomach, and the feeling of hunger disappears, "Damian told me he loved me last night." I watch as, for the very first time, Davin's jaw drops, "Well, it was coming soon either way, wasn't it?" I nod, biting my cheek as I swallow, "I didn't say it back; he thought I was sleeping...I don't know how I feel about him, Davin; I don't know if I love him too."

Hearing his sigh, he suddenly stood. I watched as he headed toward the living room, hearing his footsteps disappear. Seconds later, he appeared again, holding two bottles of vodka. "Keep going," he said, chugging the first sip.

"What do I tell him? That I have no idea how I feel?"
"Well, he told you in your sleep, right? Maybe wait till he tells you in person,"

I nodded. He did think I was sleeping, right? But what if he knew I was up and was waiting for my answer? "Either way, honesty is the best way to go."

"You are right."

Damian

"What do you mean I have a meeting with Charles?" I shouted, banging my fist against the table while Dean sighed and relaxed on his chair. Meanwhile, Asher stood behind him, already taking a few steps back, "He wanted to talk about politics-"
"That's the reason he has Raus. He's the vice fucking president" My yell echoes through the room, and I get as infuriated as they exchange side glances.

"Raus The Third is dead."

Asher says, and before he can finish his sentence, my heart drops, "He got murdered, head chopped off along with his dick, and initials carved into the body..." My eyes grow blurry. Raus the third, Raus III Fucking Morana-Paru

The second man who raised Elias and I murdered..."What initials"
"L and D." A frown forms on my face. There's no fucking way this is real, The Mask Psychopaths.

Landon and Dawson Dragun, "Who paid them?"
"We still haven't looked into it," Dean admits nervously.

"Do you think Elias has something to do with it?" Asher asked, finally taking his seat, "I know my brother. He's a murderer, but he wouldn't kill the last of his family, especially the man who raised him and truly showed him what a father is."

Glancing between them, we all sigh and sync, "What do we do? Charles wants you to replace Raus,"

If only his fucking son was alive, Raus the fourth, the one Elias had to kill, he would have been able to replace his father, but me? Fuck no.

"Moranas aren't into politics, that's the Paru-
"You're a second government, Damian; you helped Charles stop the debt he was getting the state into, you helped with child trafficking, you invented a new government weapon, and you're the first to have," Asher's voice raised as I chewed on my bottom lip.

He's right I have done a lot of work for this fucking country, "I can't become a vice president, Elias will go feral when he finds out his father figure has been killed by Landon and Dawson; he'll think I have something to do with it-"

"Who fucking cares about Elias right now? What's important is you go into this meeting, get information, and find out if the Dragun brothers killed your uncle-"

Suddenly, a creek outside my door catches our attention. We all jerk toward the sound to find my Celeste standing by the door, her smile slowly fading. "Killed who? What did Landon and Dawson do?" Her eyes dart toward men, and my gaze instantly softens.

How do I tell my wife her brothers might have gone behind my back?