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Chapter Twenty Two {Ronan}
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Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Twenty Three {Ronan}
"This must be the second time you're taking a shower now, Brother" Nikolai snickers at me from where he sat on my bed where Davinia had been two hours ago, sprawled on my bed with a skin so red one would miss it for a strawberry. Just thinking about it makes blood rush to my lower region. Not again.I rub my wet hair dry with a towel before throwing it to his face. He catches it with a smug smile on his face. "I've never seen you this sexually......."he swirls his right hand in the hair like he's thinking deep of the word to complete his sentence." Frustrated" he ends dramatically, wiggling his eyebrows at me."I don't have time for this. What do you want?" I snap at him. He drawls back with his hand on his chest like an heartbroken melodramatic damsel."You do not have time for your little brother but you have time for your young beautiful wife to be that you are unfortunately infatuated with." He says in fake distress. I ignore him as I move towards the balcony. The cold wind jolts
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Twenty Four {Ronan}
A ping sound of my phone with a notification popping up on the screen, It shows a message from one of my boys back at Moscow "Two of our clubs just exploded."What?I make a call to father immediately and he picks it at one ring. "I assume you've seen the news" his groggy voice tells me he just woke up from a nap. "Someone's messing with us son. I know you're with your in laws but something has to be done" He pauses, I hear paper ruffling in the background. "I'll go see for myself. I suggest you wrap the shit up and fly back home" He finishes before cutting the line. My hand grips my phone so hard, I fear it might crack. Andrei walks into the room with a tablet in his hands. "You should see this" He says as he hands the tablet to me. I take it and begin to read the news displayed on it. Two of the Italian mafia owned hotels just exploded, taking hundreds of lives in it, The headline read. Above the headline is the picture of the buildings burnt to the ground. The air leaving my nost
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Twenty Five {Ronan}
There's only one person who can pull such a stunt and expect to go scot free. I glance down at Davinia, she peers her green eyes at me through those glasses. "I too have a hunch" she holds my gaze for a while, her cheeks getting brighter and her lips parts a little. I'm glad I'm not the only one who's affected by our proximity. A knock on her door breaks the moment and we both turn our heads towards the door. "It's Butcher. There is a call for a meeting" A man says from behind the door. Davinia stands up from her seat. She sends me a fleeting glance which makes blood run all the way to my dick. I groan inwardly. She opens the door for the man who calls himself Butcher. He looks like one. Very bulky and tall. One thing amuses me tho, his eyes. His eyes are dead. He's a killer, a cold bloody killer. He eyes meet mine and he calculates for a few seconds in his head if I'm a threat or not. I send him a cold smile, he could be a monster but when his eyes leaves mine and soften when he lo
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Twenty Six {Davinia}
My hands itch, my right foot resting above my left starts to wiggle, I sit beside my uncle facing the capos of the mafia with a face that shows the intent of killing. I am mad. I am fucking mad. Someone wants to ruin the joining of the Italian and Russian mafia but why?"I can just tell it's the Russians at work. It's their style to bomb things" someone speaks from the crowd while every other person in the room make sounds of agreement."They want ownership of our outfit!" another person hollers."We won't let this slide""They go ahead and blow up their places to make us believe it's an accident but I know it isn't"I slam my pen on the desk. Everywhere becomes silent."The news of the explosion just came out. Only those in the dark web know much about. Pray tell, how you knew the Russians also suffered a blow" I ask Marcus, the round chubby, beady eyes capo that made the last statement. His face went pale. My lips curl to a smirk. I untangle my legs as I prop my hands on the desk a
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Twenty Seven {Davinia}
The silence is sickening, every breath he takes will feel like a stab to his heart. I can feel his dread all the way from here, my smile widens. My eyes take to notice every of his moments, the way his eyes would drop and then open like he doesn't want to be caught. The way his left hand keeps shaking like a leaf. His face is pale and beads of sweat form on his fore head. He looks miserable, He probably doesn't know that he has being poisoned. Fool.The room is almost empty. Everyone agreed with my plan. I deceived them into believing that the only reason I want to marry Rolan is just so I can do my findings then ruin him from the inside. They all bought it, including Federico. The ones remaining are Uncle, Federico and myself. I watch from the rim of my glasses how he unconsciously adjusts his collar and pats his chest area as if to enable himself to breathe properly."Is everything alright Rico?" My uncle asks. Turns out I'm not the only one who noticed his discomfort. Federico cle
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Twenty Eight {Davinia}
I need to escape from here now! I can smell it but I can't taste it. I stare at the papers and documents in front of me but I can hardly read shit. It's like they were written in Latin. The secretary of Bocciolo Hotel is here briefing me about the damage cost, fatalities and settlements but everything is saying sounds like a muted cartoon from a television. Focus Davi. I shake my head slightly and try reading the documents again. Damn! Lots of numbers, way too much money. We really did lose a lot, for the sake of Federico's living, I really hope he's not involved in this bombing case.My body is slightly shaking as I grip the papers with so much force It starts to tear at the middle. Now I'm not sure if it's hunger or anger that is swelling in me but I'm about to burst."That will be all Miss Luchesse, your lawyer will be here shortly with your accountant. They will help with the rest." She bows then leaves. I get up immediately and pack the documents into a file. I do not eat before
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Twenty Nine{Ronan}
An eerie silence fills the room and the only thing that alters it is the heavy panting of the fool that kneels in the pool of his own blood. His hands are untied but they lay useless by his sides. Platter sounds accompany his panting as I stalk towards him, I try not to look at my pants cause I already know the state of it. I hate to get messy when I handle situations like this but I have no choice when it comes to traitors like this. He groans in pain when I pull his hanging head up by his blood coated hair. His eyes are fat swollen, they rhyme perfectly with his swollen nose and lips. A job well done by Andrei, my right hand man. "Where are my goods Cisco?" I question the fool beneath me. "Blah blueebleh spulrt spulrt" He could not splutter one meaningful word. I rub the bridge of my nose. "You've ruined his speech, Andrei" I drawl, with frustration lacing my voice. "Now he's useless" "I'll dispose him" Andrei inputs as he paddles his way to meet us. I let go of the fool's head
Fire Meets Gasoline Chapter Thirty{Ronan}
Silence. Silence. Silence. I sit beside my brother staring at my parents who are trying their terrible best at acting prim and proper. My mother of all people is eating without making a sarcastic comment or toying at my patience. This two people are my saviors and tormentors. Cluttering and clattering of their utensils against their plates make my ears itch. I feel a nudge at my knee below the table, I send Nikolai a look, he eyes me then cocks his left eyebrow tilting his head over mother's direction. I know I'm not the only one who thinks having a peaceful meal with my parents is weird.I hear my phone ping. "Excuse me" I pick my phone from my pocket. A message from Nikolai appears on my phone.'please say something! The silence is killing me!' I switch off my phone before returning it to my pockets. My eyes flicker from the old man to his wife. My dad is very good at acting whereas my mother is hardly getting it together. Her eyes keep fleeting looks to me when she thinks I'm not
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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
