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I could’ve lost Davina today, during my own watch, only a few feet apart from her.
As soon as the car stopped, I let the door open for Davina, but she didn’t wait for me to shut it, she was already heading toward the front doors of the home. Viktor's eyes slid over to mine in question when I stood watching in confusion, but soon, I was following behind.
The soldiers' eyes were on me as I walked through the heavy doors, mine were on the distance between Davina and me. She wasn’t heading upstairs. She was leading the way straight into Lucca’s study.
Fuck.
While I quickened my steps, her hand was already on the door. The man standing steps away from the doorway tried stopping her, but she pushed through, ignoring him. His gaze turned to me in shock and unsure of what to do. As I walked inside the room, Davina’s interruption boomed within the walls, and the doors closed behind me as I heard Arlo’s voice.
“I guess you really do have a death wish.” He stood in his spot, shoulders crossed, body leaning over the built-in bookcase in the far corner. His smile was far off from kind as he spoke the words directed to her.
My fists balled as I badly held my temper.
Davina stopped in the middle of the floor, her gaze lowered to the floor. Her chest shook with each breath as it sped, and my attention shifted to Lucca.
With Davina inside the room, my eldest brother was nowhere to be found. All I saw was Lucca Moretti, the King of Miami’s underworld. The man who people feared, even before he took the seat. The man whose strike was calculating and quick, no time between earth and hell. A man that could wipe feelings away with a wink. And now, Lucca’s eyes stayed solely on Davina as he dropped his whiskey glass to the desk.
I wanted to see the side of my brother he only let us see, the side that could remind us to never question our trust.
“Did you know?” I gritted through my teeth.
“What exactly was I supposed to know, Ilias?”
“Don’t, Lucca.” Our eyes met, and it was his silence that spoke the loudest. “You put me in a trap?”
“What makes you think I did?”
I wasn’t surprised by his response, if anything, it irritated me as he kept asking questions rather than answering mine.
“You smirked,” Davina said, surprising me. Her gaze lifted to him, filled with hatred. “After Ilias pushed for us to leave for a few things, you caved. But it was your smirk that gave it away.” Lucca’s attention was now fully on her. “Whether you were trying to prove a point of the danger of us leaving, or your hope I’m no longer alive to cause you problems…” She took one step closer, and her lip curled. “Play with my life for all I care, you are not the only one, but not with others. Not his.”
“You’re observant, but it looks like you only see the small picture.” He scoffed. “Think bigger, Davina.” His gaze dismissed her with annoyance and turned to me. “I don’t need to explain myself, brother. But as I see the mistrust in your eyes, you are clearly not thinking straight.”
“Just answer me, Lucca. Did you know?”
“I needed to make sure Roberto was loyal to me. I had to find out. Now, I’m taking care of it.”
“So, what were we? A fucking experiment?”
“Ilias,” Arlo warned.
“In theory.” Lucca’s matter-of-fact reply baffled me. “But it answered things that were necessary to understand the little information I had. If you remember, I’m trying to undo your downfall.”
“By endangering me? Her? Viktor?”
DAVINA
“Viktor knew of the possibility of Roberto playing on the fence with two families. He couldn’t be trusted. You wouldn’t take no for an answer and gave me the perfect opportunity. I had men close by, and now thanks to you, and your… Davina, I have one less man to worry about betraying me.”
Lucca was poised with each word that uttered with no effort. In the corner of my eye, Ilias struggled for composure. Lucca’s gaze moved from Ilias and centered on my blood-stained shirt. His lips moved slightly before he looked up to me.
“Now, let’s think of the bigger picture, shall we? Sit.”
As I inched closer to the chair near me, the knock on the door kept me on my feet.
“I don’t fucking knock, open the door!” was heard from the other side. The door opened, and Viktor walked in. Behind him, an older man followed. The fedora over his head covered most of his balding head, but nothing hid the deep dark circles around his eyes, the pronounced hollowness of his cheeks, or the way his skin tone reminded me of my mother’s last months.
The faded color that cancer carried.
