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Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Fifty Eight{Davinia}
Darcel, the house keeper's name is Darcel and her daughter's name is Martha. They packed both me and Rolan's breakfast and I took it along with me. Andrei was already waiting for me at the garage. "Rolan won't trust anyone else to drive you." he says when I approach him with a questioning look. I blow out a breath as I drop my phone in the pockets of my crop wool white jacket. "Rolan should know I can handle myself." Andrei nods before opening the door of the jet black Mercedes for me. "He knows." He says under his breath and closes the door softly once I settle into the plush leather seat. He climbs in the driver's seat and starts the car. I place the box of our breakfast carefully beside me and pull out my phone. It rings, Butcher's name lits the screen and I swipe right. "Boss del mattino." His raspy gruff voice filters through the speaker of my phone. I watch the scenery of the neighborhood as we drive by. "Morning Butcher." I return softly. He breathes tiredly right into
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Fifty Nine {Davinia}
"I-I'm Ssorry."He rasps, desperately fighting for air. His watering eyes redden with his mouth gaping open for air like a fish. I hate men like him. Not only did he daringly stare at my chest, his eyes openly mocked me. No one makes me feel less of what I am. No. One. I twirl the tie around his neck and tighten it more. "For your sake I hope I don't hear reports of you brazenly harassing ladies. Best believe I will have eyes on you from now on." I sneer, looming closer to him. His eyes are beginning to roll to the back. "Understood?" He stiffly nods his head and I immediately let go of him. He gasps loudly, arms falling to the floor as he tries to catch his breath. His body heaving in and out heavily. I watch him with contempt. I've had my share of lowlife perverts and I don't regret making their lives miserable. My eyes lift up to look at Rolan looking back at me with amusement and pride? I ignore it and settle back in my seat. It takes him half a minute to catch his breat
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Sixty {Davinia}
I've met with Rolan's people and I ran my designs through them after a call with Tiana and they've begun working on it. Won't lie, I'm still reeling from the things he said to me but I try to get it together. With my project beginning, I will have reasons to come to Moscow to see how things are going. I'm not sure why that makes me excited but it does. On my way back to Rolan's office, my face goes through another episode of blush as his last words to me replay in my head. Lydia is not her spot when I get to his office. My phone rings loudly and I pick it as I pull the door open. It's from Tiana which is weird cause we just spoke. "Wha-" "Butcher. Butcher. I'm so sorry Davi." The following movements or reactions are unknown as my body immediately goes into shock. There's a loud ringing in my head and I can't hear or see a thing. Tiana is still talking but I can't comprehend what it is she's saying. "Davinia. Davinia!" My eyes snap over to a pair of worried blue ones then they lose
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Sixty One{Davinia}
We arrived earlier than I expected and right now, I'm in Butcher's room where he lies on his bed with the right side of his body bandaged. I don't know where I dropped my bag or who is in the room with him. I walk over to his bedside, there's a blood bag hanging from the intravenous pole beside the IV bag. His rugged face looks more rough and battered with the little cuts and bruises on it. His eyes are closed but his eyebrows are furrowed. He must be having his usual nightmares again. My heart twists painfully at the sight. I lift my right hand and place it on his warm forehead, rubbing it in slow motion. His face not only looks rough but feels rough also. What would I have done if he died? My chest tightens at the thought. I can't lose him too, I can bear to lose him too. My heart won't be able to hold it. The pain, it gets overwhelming. "Gioiello" His croaky raspy voice pulls my attention back to him. His eyes are still closed but his head turns left to right. Quickly, I move cl
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Sixty Two{Davinia}
So I stay. I stay with Timothy, my bodyguard, Butcher. I stay and watch over him, listening to the beeping of the heart monitor. Watching the agony itched on his face since she died. Since he lost his daughter, his daughter Gabriella. Ever since that accident, he's had this look of agony itched on his face. Of course random people won't see it, all they'd see is fear but for those of us that know what pain is and how it looks like, we know that Butcher still mourns, still hurts, still wishes it was just a bad dream. Does it ever go away? The pain, does it ever stop hurting? Maybe for regular people it does but for us sworn in blood and violence, it doesn't stop, it does not leave. It continues until we become numb and can no longer feel. Can no longer tell if we should scream or cry. I want to give up, I really want to but I can't. I'm in too deep. We're in too deep. My eyes are tired of crying, my throat is dry and sore from screaming. I take hold of his cold hand and rub it. "L
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Sixty Three {Davinia}
"He's unconscious, Davinia. That's enough. We've got all we need from him." Tiana has a tight grip on my hand. She's scared I might lose it, I can tell from the way she keeps searching for closure in my eyes. For warmth, for Davi. Marco is unrecognizable, except for his hair which also has a fair amount of blood matting it, the rest of his body is messy with blood. My eyes drop down to the bloody scalpel in my hand. The metalic taste of blood fills my lungs like I drank a cup of it, my face is coated with blood and so is my right hand. Slowly and stiffly, I look up at Tiana's eyes which are full of worry and I look down at my pants trousers that have splashes of blood on them. "I need a bath." I mutter stiffly. She nods her head in agreement as she takes the scalpel from me and throws it away. The sound of it echoes in the room, giving a dramatic effect. "Let's go." She holds my arm and begins to lead me away from Marco but someone blocks our path. I lazily drag my eyes to look
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Sixty Four {Davinia}
No matter how long I stay in the lavender-scented bath, it does not work. No matter how hard I scrub my flesh, when I look at it, I see blood. Not just any blood, but Papa's blood. Quickly, I shake my mind off the thought. I can't allow my emotions to control me; now I'm being attacked by my past. Something Mother usually says rings in my mind."You can't take lives and expect to be happy."She's not wrong. I didn't technically kill my father, but I led him to his demise. If only I had obeyed Mother; now I bear the curse. The water is starting to get cold, so I get out.Rolan is not in my room when I leave the washroom. That's good because I'd love to have a few moments to myself. Walking to my closet with only a bathrobe on, all I have in my mind is how to crush those who defy me. I take out a black polyester jumpsuit and a pair of black ankle boots.I tie my hair up in a neat bun, and this time my hair cooperates with me. "I want everyone present for a meeting right now. I don't car
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Sixty Five {Davinia}
Apart from Federico, whose office and home have been formerly and thoroughly checked, no one else stands to their feet. My cruel smile widens. They are just making this more fun for me. I was planning on forgiving those who came out, but seeing as they've become reluctant to do so..."Boss," a soldier calls my attention. I nod, and he whispers something in my ear before submitting a document on the table in front of me and leaving.Interesting.I look up at the middle-aged men in the room with me. Although their faces are stern, one could smell their fear and uncertainty."I see you've all chosen death."Marcus's younger brother, Marlo, stands up from his seat with so much force it sends the chair flying. His face is red with anger, and one could almost see the steam coming out of his ears. "How dare you treat us this way?! Whatever you see is what you deserve because we refuse to serve under a person like you!" he seethes, spitting like a mad snake.Everyone stares at him like he's t
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Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Seventy Eight {Davinia}
"I went into the kitchen and made one of my favorite tea recipes, Creamy vanilla flavored peach ice tea. Taught your chef something new today, he should pay me." Mrs. Dimitri makes me smile again when I see her holding two plastic cups with dome lids filled with a foamy peak creamy orange-colored iced tea."I knew it would make you smile." She hands me a cup, and I take it, uttering a small thank you. The cold drink somehow makes me feel better about the drive. Costa, our driver, leads us to the Lexus where we take our seats at the back and settle.She watches me with eager eyes as I place the straw between my lips and take a long sip of my drink. My eyes close involuntarily; the heavenly taste commands them to do so. The sweet peach flavor bursts on my tongue, mixed with the vanilla ... I can't help but hum in approval at the taste.I pull the straw away. "It is divine." I moan before slipping the straw back in and enjoying the rest of it."I'm glad you love it. There is more where i
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Seventy Seven{Davinia}
"Tutto avrà senso nel tempo. Farò ancora le mie solite visite, anche se i primi mesi dopo il matrimonio saranno difficili, ma ce la faremo. Sono il momento principale, incontro mia suocera, la signora Dimitri." ("It will all make sense in time. I will still make my usual visits, although the first few months after the wedding will be hard, but we'll get through it. In the meantime, meet my mother-in-law, Mrs. Dimitri.")I go to hug his right hand tightly so he can get the hint, and he does. His eyes widen in surprise, then in panic. He laughs nervously as he stretches out his hand for a shake."I'm Charles, nice to meet you." I sigh. At least his English is getting better."You do a good job here. I've never been to a winery before; it looks great." Mrs. Dimitri praises him while shaking his outstretched hand.A small blush takes over Charles' face as he thinks of what to say back to her in English. I immediately turn him away. "Please forgive him; he's flustered, and his English stil
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Seventy Six{Davinia}
I start the engine and drive outside of the garage, down the lane to the ranch. The sun shines on the smooth green pastures where the cows are out and scattered, chewing on the grasses without a care in the world, surrounded by white wooden gates of medium height. A worker is right at the left corner of the field; he spots me and waves with his hat. I do the same as I drive by.“This looks beautiful. I must say I'm surprised,” Mrs. Dimitri looks amazed by the view in front of her. “You manage the whole ranch?”“I have help. It's not easy running the mafia and a ranch,” I say as I take a turn to the right, heading up the hill toward the stables. It's beginning to get hot, and I hope it won't be a problem for Mrs. Dimitri.“No, it's not, but you're doing a good job, dearie,” she cooes. I feel her gaze on me, but I don't divert my eyes away from the road. “Will you be able to leave this behind?” Another feeling of déjà vu washes through me again. My lips tug upwards; she notices. “Did I
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Seventy Five {Davinia}
“So it's okay when you're grumpy and wicked at any time of the day, but when I do it, it's wrong?” Her eyebrows and nose scrunch. She looks offended.I run my hands through my messy hair and scoot back on my bed till my back touches the headboard. “First of all, I didn't say it was wrong. I said it was too early, and of course, the same does not apply to me because I'm the boss.” My arms fold underneath my bosom, and I shrug with a smug look on my face. For some reason, getting on Tiana’s nerves makes me feel good this morning.She raises her fist as if to punch me, but I immediately raise my hands high in surrender. “Just joking. What has your knickers in a twist?”She huffs again. I eye her outfit. Did she sleep in her suit, or did she dress up before coming to my room? But it's very early, and her clothes look ruffled. It's either she slept in it or she didn't sleep at all. Poor thing.“Your board members are so slow!”“Too much caffeine does that to one. And I've been overworking
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Seventy Four{Davinia}
"She likes gardening. She also likes to read but had to put a stop to that when it began to strain her eyes. She loves animals and will definitely love to hear how you've been managing the ranch after your father passed. Mother is not as energetic as she should be. She won't take up most of your time; she only wants to bond with someone who's about to be a member of her family, no need to be nervous. As long as you don't treat her like a patient… you both are good to go."I'm tongue-tied and unprepared. I totally wasn't expecting him to try and help me out. If all he said is true, then having a conversation won't be so bad. I did tell him my problem, and just like he promised, he helped find a solution for me. Maybe this marriage thing is going to work. I find myself smiling like a fool; my face brightens up, and I immediately return to reality."If you say so, I would have no problem speaking to her then. Thanks for telling me what she likes.""And you don't necessarily have to talk
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Seventy Three {Davinia}
We step inside together, but I immediately excuse myself when my phone starts to ring, fortunately for me. "I will try my best to join you for dinner. Please feel at home. Martha here is available for all you need help with; I will be in my study." With that, I bow to her. When I raise my head, she's looking at me with the same intent gaze that Rolan often directs at me. Like she's studying me, with the intention of knowing everything about me and acing every test and exam about me. Just like Rolan’s stares, hers also make me uncomfortable and nervous. I don't let her study me for long as I nod at Martha and take quick steps to the elevator.“Why is my heart beating this way?” I mutter under my breath as I rub my chest where my heart lies with a little force.“You should see a doctor. He would know the answer to that,” comes a snarky response from behind me, right before I open the door to my room. My eyes widen, and my legs move before I think. The disturbance in my chest is replace
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Seventy Two {Davinia}
I'm coming from the airport with Rolan's mother in the passenger seat. Roland was kind enough to let me know of his mother's illness. She was involved in a major accident years before Rolan and Nikolai came into their lives, and it hindered her eyesight. Medications and surgeries have been able to help her see thus far, but not for long. Her sight is getting blurry, and she can't see a thing without her glasses now. He also made sure to inform me not to treat her like a sick patient. He said she hates it and it spoils her mood. He also listed certain foods and snacks she will want to eat but is not allowed to eat. I've been repeating the names of those foods and snacks in my mind so I won't forget. These days my mind is like a browser with lots of tabs open and a series of downloads. I'm trying my best to keep up with my memory. "Are you always this quiet, or am I the cause of this awkwardness?" I turn to meet her squinted eyes and her smiling lips, completely at a loss for what to s
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Seventy One {Rolan}
"First the 'shadow,' now the Grandmaster, eh?" Christian blows a thick puff of nicotine into the atmosphere while Nicolai and I stand behind him as he faces the glass door to the balcony of his office."That's what he calls himself now. Rumors say no one has seen his face. Apparently, he goes about with a mask," Nicolai reports, reading from the tab in his hand. Christian scoffs, but it sounds more like a short cough."I wonder why. Of course, no one would want to stare at a disfigured face. I'm starting to feel regret for not letting you kill him." He turns and meets my cold eyes. "So, what's the plan?""He needs to be put down. He is causing problems for the Italians, and he is doing that to ruin the joining of our families. He causes problems and frames the Russian soldiers for it. I won't sit back and watch any longer. It's good that he is under the guise of Grandmaster. We will kill him under the pretense that he wants to ruin our mafia and gain full control."Christian's eyes na
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Seventy {Davinia}
My mind is clouded with thoughts as I drive. Why did that man come to my office? He knows we've been searching for him. He came all the way to my office to tell me not to trust anyone? Who exactly is he? Most importantly, is he a friend or a foe or a clue to help solve my father's case? He did mention being friends with my father, but I don't remember seeing him in any of Dad's pictures.Dad never mentioned any ex-soldier, nor did Uncle. If he is a friend, why is he just making an appearance now? What is his mission? I hate not knowing. It makes me want to itch. This is not the mood I want to have when I meet Mother. I try to think of things that should put me in a better mood. Roland's veiny arms come to mind, the way they flex when he's handling me. His eyes, I can stare at them forever, especially when they burn with heat for me. Yeah, I love that. His suppressed moans and groans… A horn pulls me back to reality, and I realize that I'm not moving at a green light.As I enter the co
