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"Ha! So nice of you to have finally found me!".

"It honestly wasn't that hard".

"I must stay, I'm very honored to have you in my humble abode, Donovan. I know that this isn't your type of scene, please take a seat and let one of the ladies get you a drink".

Alexio gestured to one of the woman standing by the bar to bring the whiskey. The neon lights burned Donovan's eyes. He could never get used to bright lights flashing in his eyes and it was just in the morning.

"This is not a casual visit". Donovan stated, looking around. Alexio owned a strip club. A very popular one in the neighborhood. It was known for their beautiful girls with big butts and breasts which was typical what the men wanted nowadays.

"Nothing is ever casual for you. Always business, have fun for once". Alexio smirk, his blue eyes twinkling in the neon lights. The lady strutted towards the men holding up a tray with the whiskey and two glasses with ice inside

She bent over in front of Donovan, putting her ass in his face. He couldn't help but stare because it was right there in his face. He cleared his throat turning his head to the side, slightly embarrassed for looking.

"You want her?", Alexio questioned with a grin on his face, "You can have her for the night". Donovan blankly looked at the woman retreating back to the bar. She was beautiful no doubt but she wasn't his type. Her hourglass figure was draped in a black string swimsuit just covering her nipples and lady parts. She had a black wig flowing down her back all the way to her ass.

"You know what I'm here for". Don started, focusing his gaze back on Alexio, "just give me what i want and I will be out your way". He finished.

Alexio's smile turned big, showcasing his straight white teeth. He leaned up from his slouched position, spreading his legs in the process and running his hands through his black shiny hair. He whistled, shaking his head.

"No can do. I got the shipment and now I'm going to do whatever I want with it".

"It wasn't yours in the first place".

"De Luca, De Luca...", Alexio laughed, taking a sip of the whiskey. It burned down his throat making him let out a groan of satisfaction.

"You know how this business goes, first come first serve. You snooze you lose".

"Not with something that's isn't yours". Donovan pointed out in frustration. His fist clenched at his side. He was trying to keep his cool and didn't want to lose it over Alexio. He knew the type of person Alexio was. It was like talking to a brick wall.

"You honestly think I care?".

"Alexio I don't have time for the games".

"Who said I was playing games?". Alexio questioned with a smirk. Donovan rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"I want my stuff back and I mean it". He gritted through his teeth

"And I told you, you won't be getting it back ". Alexio remarked.

"You won't be saying that when dismantle your body and feed you to the wolves". Donovan threatened, eyes filled with hatred.

"You actually think that scares me?". Alexio laughed for the umpteenth time.

"Stai giocando con il fuoco" (You are playing with fire)

"non mi fai paura De Luca ". Donovan shook his head and stood up, deciding to put an end to the conversation. He stood up and made his way out the club with Mikael following closely behind.

(You don't scare me)

"Everything good boss?". His smooth but husky voice filled with an Russian accent questioned. They got in the car and turned the ignition on.

"Everything's fine Mik". Donovan nodded, rubbing his temples ridding himself of the headache that was coming on.

"Take me to mamma house". He instructed, pulling his work phone out his pocket. He rapidly tapped on the phone, sighing and huffing. Mikael nodded and pulled off.

We need to talk, asap. He sent, logging off his phone.

Thirty minutes later, Donovan and Mikael pulled up at the family home. The big bronze gates opened up. Mikael drove in and parked on the driveway.

"You go take recess Mikael ". Donovan informed him, making him nod his head.

Donovan stepped out and walked towards the house, doors opening as he neared. Their butler bowed in respect causing a grimace to grace Donovan's face

"You don't have to do that, Mr Greenstone ". He told him.

"Your grandfather and father had that instilled in us". He shrugged making Donovan shake his head. Mr Greenstone was a black man in his mid seventies but looked well enough to be in his forties. He has been working with the family since Donovan's father was born.

"But I'm not them and I'm telling you, I don't want you bowing for me". Donovan sternly stated, "you hear me?". He added. Greenstone nodded his head with a small smile tugging on his lips.

"Of cause ".

"Is mamma here?" Donovan asked making him nod his head. He then walked in the house, the aroma of food invading his nostrils making his stomach growl. He hadn't eaten since last night and some days he wouldn't eat. He shuffled to the kitchen but saw no one. He got out and headed down the long hallway that led into the dining on the right and living room on the left.

"Ma!". Donovan breathed out, loud enough causing his mother to turn around and look at him. Her attention was on the TV in front of her. His mom's brown and white pit bull, Iris was rested on the floor, lifted her head up and looked at him before going back to sleep.

"Donny, what are you doing here?". She asked, her lips turning into a wide smile, her dimples deepening. She was happy to always see her son. Donovan walked in further into the large living room which had expensive tuffed traditional white couches, a glass table in the middle and a crystal chandelier hanging on the roof.

"I can't come and see you?". He asked, embracing his mom in a tight hug. He felt there and then everything was going to be alright. His mom's hugs were everything to him.

"You are always welcome here, you know that". Eden stated, her light brown eyes twinkling at her son. Her brown skin was smooth as butter and soft. She had her hair cut into a pixie cut which framed her oval face. Her cheek bones high with dimples on her whenever she smiled. Small sized pearl earrings adorned her ears.

Dressed in comfortable palazzo pants that complimented her slim thick build and long legs standing at just five feet seven.

Eden and Donovan took seats opposite each other. Eden noticed the look on her son's face. He looked worn out and hasn't got any sleep in days. She rubbed Iris coat making her coo in satisfaction.

"You know...", She started grabbing his attention. He looked up at his mother, "your grandmother called and told me something interesting ".

"What did she say?" He asked, slouching further into the couch.

"Somebody is pregnant. She has dry patches of skins on her arms. Did you get somebody pregnant?". Eden questioned. Donovan's eyes slowly darted left to right before nodding his head.

The room fell into silence making Donovan nervous for his mother's reaction. Her approval meant a lot to him.

"What's her name?". She questioned.

"Cheyenne ".

"That's a very nice name. Is she your girlfriend? How come you never introduced her to me?" Eden raised her brow in question, bombarding him with questions.

"We... we are not dating". He stated.

"What do you mean? She is carrying your child right?". She questioned causing him to stiffly nod his head.

"It's complicated ".

"Complicated?". Eden frowned with her brows knitted staring at Donovan.

"It was a one night stand". He informed her making her frown deepen. Donovan could see the disappointment on her face as every minute passed.

"Mom please say something ". He pleaded.

"I don't know what to say Donny. I'm disappointed in you. I didn't expect that from you, Angelo and Tris yes but you? You are the most responsible from the two ". She fussed.

"I know, mom". Donovan sighed, rubbing his temples once again. He was drained and just wanted to sleep.

"I expect you to step up to your responsibilities ".

"Of cause, we are not on best terms right now but I will be taking care of my responsibilities ". He mentioned causing her brow to raise in question.

"What happened boy?".

"I may have told her off when she mentioned being pregnant. You gotta understand, I was caught off guard and now she wants nothing to do with me". Donovan explained his side of the story but Eden wasn't convinced.

"You fix this Donovan. I won't allow you to slack in being a father to this child and I want to meet her -this Cheyenne you talk about".

"It might take a while for me to do that".

"Well you better fix this and soon". She told him, being serious.

"I will".

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A knock echoed on his door, causing Donovan to look up and grabbed the butt of his gun under his table. He trusted nobody with his life except Mikael. Mikael pulled it opened and stepped inside with a gentlemen trailing behind him. He pulled away from his gun, instantly relaxing.

It was a friend, Israel Bell. He had been expecting him.

"This is where you hiding?" The man questioned with a smile tugging on his lips, his dreads pulled into a bun on his head, showcasing his butterscotch skin tone. He looked around in approval. The establishment was up to par. Security were placed in every part of the room from outside going in.

Donovan stood up and shook his hand, smirk playing on his lips, "I'm not hiding. Just been busy". He stated, taking a seat.

"Yeahhh, if you don't want to be my friend anymore then say so. I won't be mad but I see what you have been busy with ". Israel's eyes wondered around the office overlooking the huge dance floor

"Life been busy lately man. I heard that you got married and had kids. Didn't take you for that type". Donovan teased earning a smack of lips from Israel.

"Shut the fuck up but yeah I got three little kids I'm raising alongside my wife ". He smiled.

"That's impressive". He hummed, stiffly nodding his head in approval.

"What you call me here for man cause I know this ain't no regular reunion ".

"Yeah, you right. I might need your expertise in a little situation". He mentioned making his brow raise higher.

"What type of situation?".

"Taking back what's rightfully mine".

"How big are we talking?"

"A couple million dollars".

"Damn".

"You think you can do it? I'm not trying to put you in a bad position with your family".

"Nah don't worry about that. I can do it. Who we talking about here.

"Alexio Venturi ".

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