Chapter Eight

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Davina Moretti 

I walk into the living room and four other men are there. Jesus, are we all going? Just fucking great. Every conversation stops and they stare as I walk in the room. I feel even more confident.

"Good evening." I greet everyone. Lorenzo walks to me and whistles.

"Damn Davina, you know how to clean up." I smile at his actions and observe his appearance. He wore a regular tux and his hair was slicked back.

"Not so bad yourself." I hate that Lorenzo made me laugh. If he keeps this shit up, I might even be a little happy and not angry all the time. I look around I see the man that stabbed my thigh, and totured me. I feel anger take over me. The pain I had to endure from him. I had to stitch myself up for for godsakes. That fucking prick. I can cause a scene and kill him or I can kill him secretly so no one has to know. His eyes look at me now and we glare at each other. 

"Who is that?" I ask Lorenzo. That fucker winks at me and looks to another man, engaging in a conversation. I huffed in annoyance.

"Oh that's my other brother, Adrian. He's the middle child, Alessandro is the oldest and I'm after him." Okay I didn't see that coming. Alessandro has two brothers, wow. My anger takes over my shock and I don't even realize my feet were moving until I come face to face with Adrian. 

He looks at me up and down and smirks. "You look familiar. How's the leg?" He smiles. I grab a dagger from my thigh and hold it up to his neck. Men instantly surround us and guns are pointed at me. I ignore them and continue to what I was doing. Adrian tenses and an ugly, angry expression is on his face.

"My leg is perfectly fine. How's the face?" Before he could respond I punch him with all of my strength making him fall to the floor. Then, I hear the safety's of guns click off. 

"Enough." Alessandro was here. Adrian gets up and tries to rush me but Alessandro stands in the middle stopping him. I stand prepared in case Adrian wants his ass beat. It felt so good to punch him.

"I'm going to fucking kill that bitch!" Adrian screams over his brother. 

"Adrian." Alessandro says in a stern voice. He stops and huffs in response. Alessandro turns to me. 

"Get in the car. Now." He seemed a bit mad. I walked outside and towards his car.

 Minutes later, Alessandro walks out and let me just tell you guys. He looks absolutely pissed. Fuck me.

"What the fuck was that?" He stormed towards me. He was in my face now. I was pressed against his car as he yelled at me.

"I've only known consequences my whole life Alessandro, save the fucking lecture." I crossed my arms over my chest. "He stabbed me in my leg, that's his consequence." Alessandro's expression changed from angry too confused. He takes a step back.

"What do you mean he stabbed you? They told me that Mia did that." Now I'm confused.

"Who the fuck is Mia?" I nearly shouted. His brows furrowed and then he pulled his phone out and started talking Italian. "Alessandro-" He raised a finger to shut me up. I sighed.

"Mi hai mentito? Mia non è stata quella che l'ha torturata eh. Che cazzo ho detto sul mettere le mani su una donna eh. Quella è una merda di fica. Ho a che fare con te dopo." (You lied to me? Mia wasn't the one who stabbed her huh. What the fuck did I say about putting your hands on a woman huh. That's some pussy ass shit Adrian. I'm dealing with you later.) He harshly hung up the phone. He looks at me with, sympathy?

"So? Mia?" Who the fuck was this Mia girl, and who is she to the mafia. And who is she to him. I don't care of course, just curious.

"Mia is an assassin that works for us. She tortures the women. In my mafia, I don't let my men torture the women, my mother raised me better than that." 

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