I HATE federico. "Despiseee" should be the word. He made me dislike Thursday mornings, he's responsible for the glaring scowl on my face as I dress myself up. Buttoning up the sky blue Jean top to my chest, leaving a few button loose. It's always hot in the ranch and breathing is important. Silently, praying Federico gets into a little accident and won't be able to make it to the meeting.

He leads one of our major sub gangs in the United States and he's the most infuriating, annoying, disgusting, sick and deranged being I've ever met but his name is among the names of those I'm not allowed to get rid of. Apparently he holds a huge share in the organization. A sexist who is low on love and sex, That's what he is.

Grunts of frustration leave my mouth. My auburn curls are beautiful but when it comes to cooperating..... They fail me. It just won't settle for a messy bun and Thursday is not the day for "Classy Davi" as my aunty Marie would tease. Today is for "Rancher Davi" and she's always in a foul mood on Thursdays like now.

"Fuck!" I finally got the unruly hair to stay in a bun even if disobedient strands still fall by my ears. It's best I ignore them before I become late to my own meeting.

The door swings, a bubbly cherry haired female burst into my room in her maid uniform. I pay her no attention but my eyes roll playfully when she greets me in the most fake British accent I've ever heard in my life.

"Good morning, Milady. Trust you had an eventful night" she chirps.
My right eyebrow arches. Grabbed my ranch hat and tied it at the back of my neck. Helena has a smug smile on her face. I eye her suspiciously.

"What do you mean by eventful?"

Her face bursts into a cheeky grin as she claps her hands together cheerily. "I may or may not have caught you with Sir. Dimitri"

I snort, grabbing my holster and warp it on my waist before putting my Glock 19 into it.
"Nothing happened between us Natalia" Take one last look at the mirror, adjusted my collar then begin to walk out of the room with Helena trailing behind me like a bouncy bunny.

"What do you mean? You were in his arms!"
My body halts before my hand can touch the doorknob. A recollection of last night makes my skin warm in the wrong way.

"It was a mistake, I tripped an-"

"Fell into his muscular arms" She finishes, interrupting me. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she sways from side to side like an idiot in love.

This girl is a case.

I shook my head slowly, chuckling at her antics. "Whatever floats your boat," I walk past her day dreaming self and leave the room.

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Did I say I hate Federico? I hate Federico Charles Samson. The motherfucker sits across me with his rope glasses sitting on his crooked nose. A satisfactory smile appears on my face at the sight. His crooked nose is a gift from me, the bitch thought he could insult me and go scott free with it.

He scowls at my smile and I shrug.

"Is there something else you want to say Rico?" My Uncle asked, eyeing him with disgust

Federico had submitted the files which held the information from other segregates of the mafia and their movements.

He shifts uncomfortably in his chair, looking everywhere before settling his Grey wrinkled eyes on me. His lips stretch to a nauseating smirk.

"We are being threatened" He states. I raise my left eyebrow.

"By who?"

He eyes my uncle, tightens his hold on his golden walking stick.

"The Russians"

Now both my eyebrows are almost touching the roof of my head.

Uncle Max unravels his clenched hands, leans back in his seat and sends me a look. I nod.

"The Russians are threatening us on your territory, you say?" I ask dryly. The little statue lion in my hands broke into two. Federico moves back in his seat, his eyes gauging me carefully.

"Not really our terri—"

"Meeting adjourned" I stood up from my seat immediately and stalked out of the room.

"I won't waste my time on unnecessary talks. You don't go poking a sleeping tiger, my uncle will accompany you" with that I leave them in the office. Ghost appears by my side the moment I get out of the office. She bows at me and I nod.

"When do you plan on seeing your mother?" She questions immediately, both of us walking into the elevator. "Never" I reply.

We get out of the elevator and walk with fast strides out of the building.

"You don't want to do that," She counters. My body cringes at the flashback of our last meeting, Mother and I. She made it known that I was a waste of sperm, a coward and a murder. Apparently she was right. We get to the garage, to my sparkle clean black Chevrolet Colorado. I climb in and wait for her to also get in. Unfortunately for Tiana, she wasn't born with the gift of height. A flaw she despises and envies me for.

I chuckle inwardly as I watch her struggle to get in. Finally she does with a "humph" sound. I drive us out of the garage, down the path that leads to the ranch.

"I'll talk to her, I'm sure she'd be happy to know that I'll be leaving" I mutter, horning at the ranch workers on the way. The kids wave excitedly at me and I wave back.

"Whatever she says is not from her heart, Davi" she says softly. I can feel her hot gaze on me which makes me feel uncomfortable. My shoulders drop in careless shrug.

"Doesn't mean it does not hurt the same"

The ride goes on quietly. Wind blowing into my hair, toying with my disobedient strands.

Love is when you do things for the sake of special people. When you take risks, break rules for the ones you love.

Papa had built this estate with love. Here, we are one. The workers, the mob, the animals, we are all a big family. Did I say Home is my happy place? Well it is. To leave all this behind pains me but not as much as the realization that my papa had been murdered and his killers are breathing fine. My gloved hands tightened around the wheel.

I'm going to torture them in ways that hasn't been recorded in history. They'd wished for death instead.