DD's // SAUDADE

- TWENTY-THREE -

Damon was asleep when his aeroplane landed in Rome. Thankfully, his sister shook his shoulder to wake him up. The drug baron groaned, not happy that the trip was over already. Damon appeared too tired lately as he was running around a lot. He was always busy, but the last weeks had been a total buzzkill. The trip to Italy was more than just a stupid meeting with rich, dangerous people. To him, it was also some kind of holiday. The kingpin couldn't remember what the last time he'd been actually on holiday or tried to relax was.

"Damon... We're here...."

"Already?"

He took off his sunglasses and rubbed his eyes with his right palm. His eyes were redder than usual, and he wasn't high for sure. He hissed a bit, feeling them hurt and sting. Deetra raised her eyebrows, glaring at her brother before holding his hands away from his face.

"Stop it; you're going to make them worse by rubbing them!"

"Fine, fine, I'll stop...!"

Damon growled as her sibling pulled away from him, chuckling. He pushed his sunglasses back up his nose with a groan. The drug baron turned his head and saw Domenico with the corner of his eye. The boy was on his iPhone with his headphones over his head, enjoying his playlists.

Damon stood up and fixed his suit; his cousin ignored him rolling his eyes still on his phone. The kingpin walked down the stairs; Lazaro welcomed him with a big smile and a handshake.

"Damon! Such a delight to have you here!"

Lazaro spoke with a wide grin before looking right and left.

"Where's Domenico?"

"Don't worry, your son's in the aeroplane."

Damon turned around and pointed at it with a growl.

Meanwhile, Deetra was trying hard to make her cousin leave the aeroplane. She was holding his arm with all her strength trying to make him leave his seat. Domenico was close to tears holding onto the seat, not wanting to go.

"D-Deetra, please, I don't want to go back to my father...!"

"DOMENICO, GET UP NOW!"

Deetra yelled at him before letting off his arm with a puff. She glared at him in anger with wide eyes, but Domenico just looked outside the window, soon seeing his father. He tried to curl into his seat, not wanting to face him after so many weeks.

"Domenico, we must go to Damon; get up!"

"N-No! Can't we just "steal" the aeroplane and leave!?"

Deetra growled, glancing at his puppy eyes. The woman closed her eyes and rubbed the sides of her nose with her fingers. She inhaled deeply before opening her eyes and turning to James.

"James."

"Yes, dear!"

James was just sitting here and a few minutes while laughing with them and enjoying the show. His laughter was shortly cut after feeling his girlfriend's cold stare on him.

"You know what to do."

James sighed before standing up and walking straight to Domenico. Domenico lifted his head and glared at him with wide eyes read to plead for his life. Deetra started walking towards the aeroplane exit as James grinned and lifted Domenico pushing him like a sack over his shoulder. Domenico started screaming and swearing in Italian while hitting James' back. The hitman sighed and ignored him before grabbing with his free hand the boy's duffle bag.

"J-James, let me down! P-Please! I am sorry for licking your ice cream!"

"Too late, mate. Too late...."