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Davina: The Mafia Princess

Davina: The Mafia Princess

Author: Dera Eso
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Chapter 1 Going home

Word Count: 1273    |    Released on: 15/07/2022

ponytail. Her hair is dyed red rose and curly at the tips. Her eyes are almond-shaped and lightly browned. Her skin is

for 13 years. She arrives in Italy and unfortunately lo

na's

y parents after such a

id Uncle Luca as he fondly ca

dn't get them anyth

e is a good enough present for them" Uncle sa

am getting ready to leave and have been making preparations to leave Ame

us to leave so you won't miss your

cked up my favorite yellow bag my dad se

waiting for me and he called

another flight if I miss this one you know", I sai

He said while giving my luggage to on

nd wouldn't be able to go with me to the airport. That made me

end Joan Tony. My room too wouldn't be an exception as I loved the i

a warm hug while

to your best friend". I heard a female voice from o

see me. I rushed out of the house leaving my uncle's arms and there s

came,"

out yesterday, I spoke selfishly. I know how much you missed home and shoul

ant to be late for my flight". I said while going into the c

Davin

for his business trip when his phone rang

port and will be in Italy

t with Joan and a guard who

o miss you D

't even feel the distance between us", Davi

make sure you glow like

when I get to Ita

ach other and Davi

me

just arrived at a

ort you to your destination". A man sa

aw Marco "Thank you, Marco". Davina s

to Italy. Marco is an Italian in his thirties. He is herculean and muscly. He was groomed by Davin

which he used to drive Davina to the safe

ine, he drove back to her famil

me

nd saw a car coming into the compound she immediately got dressed i

teps out of the car hurriedly

things, we'r

nfused and an unhappy look on her face whi

have to leave now. The boss asked me to keep you s

only go with her yellow bag as she didn't

na's

s. He drove towards the outskirts of the city. I wasn't fam

ar sadness on his face, I couldn't tell what has happen

ime as it was surrounded by dead trees and plants. The door cre

tables and chairs, peeling wallpapers, flick

e here," Marc

anding in an old abandoned building which you call home. Is this also part of my dad's plan to

thed. I left America hoping for so much better and cou

use, carefully placed it on the floor, and sat on it. He looked at m

and dad

Davin

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