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CHAPTER 15

"You know I take our mafia affairs very seriously, never insinuate otherwise!" threatened Dom.

"Of course, Dom," replied Filipe.

"Well, try to relax a bit, Filipe, and let's hear what she has to say," said Dom, trying to calm the situation.

"First of all, I'm not a toy! The Contract is valid and in the interest of both parties," the woman retorted.

"And what's yours, little princess?" mocked Filipe.

"Well, no more training, torture. Adam is not bad, and I can still annoy you. I'd say I'm ahead!" she replied with a hint of sarcasm.

Clearly irritated with her attitude, Dom responded, "Weren't you taught how to respect men?"

"They should have trained you better; you're just a WIFE, and we can't trust you!" Filipe retorted in a contemptuous manner.

"I'M MUCH MORE THAN THAT!" she shouted, showing her indignation.

As the argument continued, a loud bang was heard, momentarily interrupting the conflict.

POV: ADAM

"It was getting annoying, this exchange of jabs between the two. I slammed the table with a strong punch, causing a loud noise, and they both looked at me, falling silent.

"Shut the hell up!" I said firmly.

They nodded in agreement.

"Well then... Filipe, who gave you the right to talk to my wife like that? Did you forget who's in charge and makes the decisions around here?"

"No, Dom, but..."

"But nothing! Did I allow you to speak?"

Filipe lowered his head.

"Never insult my wife again, understood?"

"Yes, sir."

Davina smiled contentedly, but...

"And Davina?"

"Sir?"

"Filipe is RIGHT, although I appreciate your collaboration, we still can't trust you."

"I understand, then... Why did you bring me along to this meeting?"

"Because I really want to hear your plan, I know about your reputation as a strategist. But let me make one thing very clear, know your PLACE!"

She lowered her head.

"Yes, sir, forgive me."

Filipe let out a chuckle, and I saw her glaring at him.

"Great! Now that we've made our roles clear, Davina, please proceed!"

POV: DAVINA

"For a brief moment, I thought I would be respected as a person, but before I could deceive myself, Adam made my position clear...

'Wife,' just a damn 'wife' who will offer her knowledge to her husband without a shred of recognition.

And this Filipe, such a chauvinistic and annoying man. I didn't like him from the first day; my instincts signal danger, even though I don't fully understand. But my instincts rarely fail!

I take a deep breath and continue:

'As you wish...'

I stand up, serving a glass of whiskey, downing it in one gulp.

'Too strong, princess?'

'Too mild, actually. I prefer an Original Malt Scotch.'

'At least you understand whiskeys, but can you really devise plans?'

'I believe I'll do a better job than you.'

Before Filipe could reply, Adam interferes.

'Do I have to shoot you both? Davina, get to the point.'

'It's quite simple, actually. THE TRAP!'"

"How so?" Dom questioned, raising an eyebrow with a challenging look.

"You select some henchmen and pass on the plan. Forge a shipment with weapons and drugs, attracting a lot of attention! Spread the word that the delivery is of utmost importance and destined for the French mafia. They won't suspect a thing, especially since we just sealed a deal," she smirked maliciously.

"Interesting..." Adam replied, visibly intrigued. "But this won't be the real shipment, right?"

"Exactly!" Davina confirmed, her voice tinged with mystery. "Men you trust will be inside the shipment, hence the name 'the mousetrap.' We'll set it up, and the mice will come for the cheese, and then we'll catch them!"

"This is ridiculous!" Filipe retorted, irritated. "What if the information leaks, and they find out it's a trap?"

Davina looked at him with a cold smile. "That's why, my dear naive one, there will be two containers, and only men you both trust will know which one holds the real cargo."

"They'll find out..." Filipe continued, concerned. "We should act and go after our enemies, torture them to find out who the informant is."

"The wise act, and the foolish react, think it through, Dom," Davina provoked, challenging him to reconsider his ideas.

Adam then turned his gaze to Filipe and said firmly, "Filipe, control yourself! Davina, know your place."

Adam began to analyze the two proposals more carefully. "Indeed, Davina is right," he admitted, surprising everyone. "Even if I'm angry because the idea came from her, you, Filipe, have to acknowledge that the plan is good."

"Impressive, I'm surprised by your mind, Dom!" Filipe commented, with a touch of admiration.

"Really?" Filipe replied, raising an eyebrow challengingly. "This must be a joke. Are you really going to listen to her?"

"Ah, Filipe, no need to be jealous. I know how to share!" Davina teased with a wicked smile.

Filipe took a step towards Davina, clearly irritated, but she remained composed, showing no fear.

"Filipe, control yourself!" Adam repeated, his voice firmer. "Davina, know your place." He asserted his command of the situation.

The tense and provocative atmosphere filled the air as the three negotiated their plans to confront their enemies. Each word brimming with emotion and intent, in a dangerous game of power and cunning.

POV: ADAM

She smiled and silently watched him. It seems like she fears absolutely nothing.

"To hell with it! She's not trustworthy, and if this trap is meant for us, we're screwed?" he said, visibly concerned.

"Are you one of the rats, is that it?" she taunted.

Anger consumed Filipe, who quickly drew his gun and pointed it at her forehead.

"I'm not surprised you guys get robbed, walking around with a gun like that," she asked, trying to maintain her composure.

"Filipe, calm down, or I'll make you calm down," Dom intervened calmly.

He holstered the gun, perplexed by her lack of reaction or fear. Either she was accustomed to tense situations or simply crazy. Perhaps both.

"As you wish, we can follow your plans, but if it fails... I'll know who the infiltrating rat is," he threatened.

She just smiled, showing confidence in herself.

"Let's plan the location, time, and select the henchmen," Filipe suggested.

"Alright, I have an idea about the location and time," Daniva replied.

"No, princess, that part won't be your responsibility," Adam cut her off.

"What? The plan is mine!" she protested.

"I appreciate your input, but remember: know your place. Please, leave," he ordered.

I saw hatred in her eyes as she clenched her fists and took a deep breath.

"Of course, my lord," she replied with a hint of sarcasm.

I noticed she called me "my lord" when she was annoyed with me. Well, we're making progress; I can already recognize some of her reactions.

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