Alexio Venturi was fuming once he had the news of his supposedly warehouse being broken in. His teeth grinded against each other and his fist clenched besides him. He gripped the whiskey glass as he took a giant sip. The strong Jack Daniels did a number on his throat and it burned down all the way into his stomach.
He thought he had taken all precautions to ensure that no one would find it or break in to it but he was wrong. He was in disbelief to how everything had played out. His thoughts were that Donovan had forgotten all about his shipment. After all, he had more money to always get a new batch.
Surely Donovan De Luca was smarter than he was. He had underestimated him—a lot too. He could never recover from this current loss. He heavily sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and trying to calm the raging feeling brewing in the pit of his stomach while plopping on his chair. His phone loudly rang in the room, making him groan.
Seeing Cornell's name plastered on the screen, he braced himself for a long conversation, reporting back. He didn't want to be bothered right now but he had no choice. Cornell was kind of his boss now.
"What is this I hear about your shipment being stolen?". Cornell questioned, getting straight to the point, "Is this true". He continued.
"Yes, it is" Alexio sighed, rubbing the temples of his head.
"Who did it and how did they find out about it?". He sneered making Alexio flinch from his tone. It didn't help he was already frustrated, trying to gather the people who help Donovan pull this mission off. He was sure that some of his people helped.
"It was Donovan De Luca". Alexio confessed.
"What?!" Cornell yelled through the phone making Alexio hold it away from his ear.
"Yes it was him and he had some help from some of my people. I am trying to sort it out"
"You better fix this and make sure it doesn't come back to bite us in the ass or else I will be revoking that membership!". He threatened, throwing Alexio all the way off. He needed to be in that secret club. They had access to all things that controlled the workings of the world, from advanced technology, banks and powerful connection to the richest people who had access to wealth he was trying to obtain.
Now where does Donovan fit into all of this? The De Luca family is a powerful family which does not belong to this secret society of theirs. They have managed to build their wealth on their own and have establish great relationships some great leaders of the world who have beef with the secret club and also because De Luca was their go-to in everything their needed; logistics, drugs, ammunition and lastly a chain of restaurants and night clubs. The De Luca family was trustworthy and moved in silence. That is why most people liked doing business with them.
"Wait, hold on for a second. There is no need for all of that", Alexio stammered, "Let me sort it out first. I can get back what belongs to us" He pleaded. He wasn't one to beg but those connections? He needed them. He too wanted the money, connections and lastly power. He wasn't respected when it comes to business and this was his chance to reach the top as well.
"One last chance, if you mess this up, that is your ass. And I mean it". Sternly he stated, earning a sigh of relief from Alexio.
"I promise I won't let you down". With that the other side of the phone beep, indicating the end of the call and conversation.
Alexio let out a breathe he didn't know he was holding. That nearly was his ass. He ran his fingers through his shiny black hair as he let out another frustrated breathe slip out his lips.
He grabbed his glass from his table and threw it across the room causing it to smash against the wall. Brown liquid dripped and stained the white wall.
He pressed the buzzer underneath his table making his bodyguard club enter the room almost immediately.
"Yes boss?" The burly dark skin man, stated with a menace glare. He had a scar running down across his face and had burnt scars on his arms.
"Get everybody here. RIGHT NOW!" He said demanded, earning a nod.
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"I got something to tell you" Angelo stated, budging into Donovan's office at the club.
Glancing up and looking at his brother with a blank expression. He wasn't fully healed however money needed to be made. He couldn't stay in bed all day even if he wanted to.
"What is it?". Donovan questioned, not interested at all. He was looking through his books. He couldn't wait for his software to be up and running in a few weeks time. Staring at books all day wasn't for him. It was making his eyes burn and he needed to hire an accountant soon.
"I think somebody likes Cheyenne". He mentioned causing Donovan to slowly avert his gaze from the book towards his brother's eyes.
"Okay? What that got to do with me?". His brows furrowed in confusion as he drawled out.
Angelo smacked his lips and rolled his eyes, "Well clearly you want to lose her to another man". Angelo confessed.
"Another man?", His head jerked back and his eyes were narrowed at Angelo, "What do you mean by that?" He questioned. Now that got his attention. He was just being nosy and wanted to know more about this mystery man that was fishing for attention from the mother of his child.
"Some new dude that started working at her work. He was flirting with her while I was in the room. Man didn't give a shit". He spilled.
"And how did she respond?".
"You know Chey, the usual" Angelo shrugged, clasping his hands together and stretching his long limbs out.
"What is the usual?" Donovan's eyebrows were furrowed in confusion making Angelo roll his eyes at his always clueless brother.
"Uninterested, of cause".
"Good". He nodded his head and a small smirk fought its way on his lips. Angelo noticed and a grin graced his face.
"Oh so you like like her?". Angelo wiggled his brows, staring at Donovan who was scanning the books once again.
"No". He stated rather too quick causing a ruckus of laughter to fill the room. I'm sure even Mikael outside heard his laugh.
"And what is funny?". Donovan questioned, unamused.
"You". Angelo mentioned, wiping a stray tear from the corner of his eye. Donovan continued staring at Angelo, blankly. His brother was so different from him in everything except his face that he had stolen from their father. He was more extroverted, easy going with the ladies, charming with his words while he was more timid and introverted.
"You obviously like her so why not make a move?". He asked with his brow raised.
"Not like that'. Donovan denied, casting a look at his brother.
Angelo smacked his lips and rolled his eyes." Yeah right".
"She doesn't belong in the kind of world that I live in". He mentioned, leaving Angelo further confused.
"And what world is that? Why are you depriving yourself of love and talking all that bullshit about ShE dOeNs'T bElOnG iN mY wOrLd. You know that the wall you put up and façade is not you. You are afraid of being heart broken again after Stella or Amina, whoever the hell she is. You can't write off love because of her".
Donovan shook his head and sighed deeply." This isn't about Stella. I just don't want to hurt her. I can't put her in that position or myself" . He explained.
"How would you know if you don't try? I think you are afraid of letting her in and finding yourself falling harder for her".
'Okay Dr Phil"
"I'm just saying, just give yourself grace. You are a good man, that I know and you deserve everything, the family, wife, kids. Everything fucking thing. You wanted this, remember?". Angelo affirmed which caught Donovan off guard. When they were younger, Donovan always wanted to get married , have his little family and life a peaceful life away from his family's name however that dream seemed farfetched since he was next in line to carry the family's legacy.
" And how do you know i am good enough for her?". He couldn't seem to shake the little insecurities invading his mind about him not being good enough for Cheyenne and he thought Cheyenne wouldn't go for a guy like him
"Because you are my brother and I know you. Do not deprive yourself". Angelo stated and the conversation died down, putting him in a funky mood.
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Knocking on the black door, Donovan stood back and waited for the door to open. A few moments later, the door opened revealing Erin.
"I knew you couldn't stay away from me for too long". Erin smirked and her eyes twinkled in amusement. Her long lashes flattered against her cheeks. Donovan's eyes roamed her thick legs and wide hips. Her body was covered in a red silk night gown and her nipples were peeking through.
She stepped to the side, opening the door wider.
"Of course". He stated, walking in. The door closed and was locked behind him.
He needed to let off some steam.
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