Chapter 7
Davide
The urge to laugh struck me as I stared at a shocked India.
Yeah, I knew who she was. When I questioned her identity, I knew then.
I had Angelo run her name with Okoye’s, and the truth was revealed.
Not only was she his daughter, but she also was a Princess.
Finding out that information was my ticket to getting my money back.
There was no way Okoye wouldn’t pay to get his daughter back.
“You know who I am?” She whispers.
“I do. We have much to discuss, India. Now, get in the car.” I respond as I release her, then open the door.
She doesn’t fight this time as she slides onto the seat.
I get in, sitting next to her. Piero gets in next and sits across from us.
Seconds later, the driver starts the car, taking us to my estate.
I pretend to scroll through my phone as my mind wanders back to the jet.
While I was sitting across from India, she had me distracted from my phone call.
Her dress had raised a little when she sat down, and when she crossed her smooth shapely legs, I wanted to run my hands over them.
Behind my sunglasses, my eyes lustfully roamed over her body.
The only thing that stopped me was when Snaps yelled on the other end of the phone that Okoye’s men had overtaken them and got away with most of the crates filled with the weapons.
Anger started to fill me again as I began to squeeze my phone.
“What’s up, boss?” Piero asks, looking over the edge of his sunglasses.
“Yeah, just ready to get home.” I quickly reply.
He pauses then questions, “What are you going to do with the Princess here?” India twists her face at him before looking out the window.
From the corner of my eye, I see her slightly turn her head to hear my response. I look at Piero and motion my head towards her. He glances at her then back to me, smiling.
“I’m going to do what is necessary to get the information I want.” India stiffens at my answer. Smirking, I continue. “If Okoye doesn’t send me my money, then he won’t see his darling Princess again.”
Her hands ball into a fist on her lap. I wonder if she will attack me like she did Matilda. India is a feisty little thing, so if she did, I don’t know if I would take offense to it or get turned on.
Piero shows all his teeth as he smiles, shaking his head. “Well, I’m sure you’ll get what you need.”
“Indeed,” I counter.
The rest of the ride to my estate, India never relaxed her hands.
It’s unfortunate she’s stuck in this situation, but she can blame that shit on her father.
When I set out to close that deal, I never imagined I would’ve been duped, in a gunfight, have my weapons stolen or end up taking her ass. So, all of this lands on Okoye, not me.
When we arrived at my estate, my security opened the gate to give us entrance.
India finally relaxed her hands as she sat closer to the window taking in the view.
My house sat on sprawling twenty acres with a pond and a forest full of my homeland’s vegetation, trees, and wildlife.
An electrical fence surrounded the estate and motion detectors, so no one could get on my property without me knowing.
The driver parked the car in front of my house. He then got out and opened the door for us. Piero got out first, then I followed. After scanning my property, I extended my hand to India. Her stubborn ass didn’t take it as she got out on her own.
“Are you going to be able to handle things on your own?” Piero inquires, gawking at India.
Besides Luca and Matteo, Piero was one of my oldest friends, but the way he was ogling India made me want to put my fist down his throat.
“You can go. I’ll be fine.” I reply as I hold myself back from drawing my gun. The way he leers at India, I could tell he was making her feel uncomfortable. I step in his line of view. “I said you can go now.”
Piero nods before going towards his car. “Call me if you need me! I’ll be in the Level!” He yells out as he gets in his black BMW i8. His tires squeal as he leaves the driveway heading for the security gate.
I smirk, shaking my head at my friend. Piero was crazy, but he was loyal. India clears her throat, putting me back at the situation at hand. I grasp her arm, leading her to the front door.
Ventura, my head butler, waits at the top of the steps. “Va tutto bene, signore (Is everything alright, sir)?” He curiously takes a peek at India then back at me.
“Va tutto bene, Ventura. La camera degli ospiti è stata raddrizzato per il mio ospite? (Everything is fine, Ventura. Has the guest bedroom been straightened for my guest?)” I reply back to him.
While in flight, I called to let him know I was bringing a guest to the house but not just any guest. Although India was a Princess, she was clever and quick-tempered, so I had Ventura to transition one of the rooms closest to my bedroom for her.
The windows were screwed shut on the outside, and the door handles could only be unlocked from the outside.
Her thoughts of escape were futile at this point.
“Sì, è pronto per il nostro ordine. (Yes, it is ready per our order)” Ventura replies.
“Grazie, Ventura. Andiamo nel mio ufficio. Per favore, pranzate readyi tra un'ora. (Thank you, Ventura. We’re going to my office. Please, have lunch ready in one hour)” I tell him as I guide India into the house.
“Certo, signore. (Of course, sir)” He bows his head as we pass.
India tries to view the inside of the house as I guide her through the foyer, the living room then down the hall to my office.
If she’d have been here for just a social visit, I probably would’ve given her a tour and pointed out all decorations were done by my mother and Dominique.
Since that was not the case, she’ll just have to settle on the passing glimpses.
Once at my office door, I twist the knob, opening it. I direct her in first, then close the door. I release her arm and point to the leather chair in front of my desk as I go behind it. She’s still standing in the same spot when I face her. India holds a look of defiance.
“Sit, India.”
“You will not bark orders to me like I’m a dog, Russo!”
I exhale. There was that sass again. I guess if I wanted some answers, I was going to have to play nice.
“India, will you please have a seat, and the name is Davide.” I stretch my hand out to the chair.
“Thank you,” She whispers as she slowly walks over to the chair, then takes a seat. I try not to stare too hard at her, but when she crosses her beautiful leg over the other, the vision of them wrapped around my waist as I took my time, bringing her to ecstasy flooded my mind.
“Ahem,” India clears her throat.
My eyes slowly travel from the tip of her black stiletto to her defined calf to her toned thighs, then up the rest of her body, until I reach her brown eyes.
“When are you going to let me go, Davide?” She asks, sitting like a woman of grace.
“That all depends on your father, but first, I need to make a call,” I state quickly as I sit down. The way she said my name with her accent made my dick jump. Fuck, that’s not good. Hitting the speaker button on my desk phone, I call the family house in New Orleans.
“Davide!” Dominique yells in the phone, sounding worried.
“What’s wrong, brat? What’s going on?” I immediately rise from my seat.
“Some men tried to break into the house! Papà and I put them down, but fuck, Davide, momma is shaken.”
I snap my head at India, who has a surprised look. “What the fuck happened?”
“I was at your house when Papà called saying someone was trying to break in. I grabbed my knife and ran over here. One had made it in the house by the time I got there, and papà had taken him out, but I found another trying to run in the back, and I killed him with my knife. Papà said the guy he took out was yelling some shit in a foreign language. When I had him repeat some of the words, they were of Nigerian dialect. What the fuck is going on, Davide? Wasn’t the client you were meeting up with Nigerian? ”
India gasps, throwing her hand over her mouth. I can’t believe this mother fucker had the nerve to send people to break into my parent’s home. Not only has he stole most of my shipment, but now he’s threatened, my family. He was going to have to pay for this shit.
“What were the words?” I growl, keeping my eyes locked on India.
“No, you tell me what’s going on, Davide!”
“What were the words, brat?!” I yell, causing India to jump in her seat.
Dominique huffs. “From the bits and pieces Papà could understand, it was about something being taken.” Still covering her mouth, India slowly shakes her head.
“Where are the bodies, brat?” I question.
“The cleanup crew just took them away. You need to tell me something, Davide.” She replies.
This was not supposed to be happening. “Listen to me brat, I want you to stay with momma and Papà until I tell you otherwise. The deal that I was closing yesterday went bad. Okoye did something that made the payment appear in the account when Angelo checked it, then it was gone. When I confronted him about it, there was a shootout. Victor was shot, but he’s okay.
The whole time this was going on, his men got the jump on my people at the shipyard and made out with most of the crates. ”
“But how did they know to come here, Davide? And what was taken?”
“Since he got away with my shit, I took something valuable of his. As far as them coming there, I don’t know.
Okoye did state in our past conversations that he’s heard of papà, so I guess he must’ve had his people run a check on him and found out about the houses in his name there.
He must have thought I would’ve come straight there after everything went down.
Not knowing which house to go to first, they choose momma’s.
I’m going to have some men come and guard the house. ”
“No, that won’t be necessary. I’ll take care of everything, but Davide I’m telling you now, you better do something, and I mean do it quick or I will come out of retirement and end this Okoye and everyone he holds dear.” India’s bucks her eyes at Dominique’s word as the line goes dead.
“Will she...will she really kill my daddy?”
“With no remorse,” I boldly answer. “So, if you don’t want your dear daddy to die, you better tell me everything I need to know about him that I already don’t. But first, we’re going to get him on the phone.”
Opening my desk drawer, I pull out the burner phone I use when I don’t want clients to know my number or trace my calls. Handing it to India, I tell her, “Dial his number, then give me back the phone. Don’t say a fucking word until I tell you to, understand?”
She nods before she takes the phone and begins dialing then hands it back to me. I put it on speaker as it starts to ring.
“Menene (What)!” Okoye’s voice booms from the other end.
“Okoye,” I greet in a menacing tone.
He pauses. “Where is my daughter?!”
I chuckle. “Your daughter’s wellbeing should be the least of your concerns, Okoye. You have stolen from me, and then you had the audacity to send men to my parent’s home. I don’t think you realize who you’re fucking with.”
“No, I don’t think you know who you’re fucking with!” He mocks. “I want my daughter returned to me unharmed at once, or I will make sure this time, your family will perish, and when I find you, I will make you suffer.” He threatens.
“Oh, you can try, but I promise, any men you send to my parent’s home will have the same fate.
You can try to find me, but by the time you do, I can’t promise your beautiful daughter will still be breathing.
” India’s jaw drops as she places her hand over her heart.
I shake my head at her. “Now you have three options, transfer the money back into my account, and I will send your daughter back to you. Option two, return my weapons, and I send your daughter back to you or option number three, fail to do either of the first two, and I send your daughter back to you in pieces.”
“If you touch her, I will...”
“Then send me my shit!” I bark. “You have three days to make it happen!” I end the call, tossing the phone on the desk.
India and I are locked in a stare down. She’s the first to break the silence when she asks, “Will you really hurt me if he doesn’t do as you asked?”
“No, but my sister might,” I reply with a smirk.
“I’m not into hurting pretty women unless it’s in a pleasurable way.
” Her ebony skin hides her blushing. “Look, I can’t let your father get away with what he did.
I am a ruthless mother fucker, and I have killed men for less.
Regardless if he transfers the money or returns my weapons, he has to die.
Two things of mine you don’t fuck with is my money and my family, and your father has done both.
Once this is over with, I will consider returning you to your people unharmed. ”
India stands, walking over to the window as she rubs her temples. I know this was a lot for her, but the truth was the truth. Her father had to die, and if any of his people stood to protect him, they were going to fucking die too.