Daven's POV.
The conversation downstairs was another rollercoaster. The whole house was a frenzy, I hate it, everyone going in circles, repeating the same thing, It was annoying. And I can't have that man I call a father humiliate me any further.
I ran my hand through my hair and hissed at the thought.
Everything had to be so messy and hazy for me after my return.
I hate the feeling of not having my life on track.
The thought made me chuckle.
When was the last time I had my life on track? Probably two years ago.
Speaking of two years ago, my eyes caught her, again, this time she was talking on the phone.
I wonder what the sneaky little miss up to now.
All of a sudden, she stiffened, and that's how I know she's about to catch me staring at her. She always does that.
It was too late for me to look away, so I just replaced the smile I had a moment ago with a blank face.
I wonder if it's the pale skin, or the chocolate brown eyes, or the extremely long, silky black hair that I feel like running my hands through every time? I don't know what feature of hers draws me the most. Or is it the cold personality?
What I want the most is to perceive her scent again, not from afar, but close, just like that night two years ago.
How she draped the sheets with her scent, I want that, even if it's one more time.
Fuck it Daven! She's your brother's wife now! Get a life.
I wonder how my brother managed to find the girl I have been searching blindly for the past two years for. Eric did not only find her, he managed to marry her too. All so quickly.
My eyes were still on her, I guessed it was time to look away now before the poor girl loses air to breathe. She seems to always have the same expression every time I bump into her. Something I can't explain.
Fright perhaps?
Maybe she's scared I'll tell my brother that she and I had a one night stand once.
I would never do that, though,
It'll definitely create an awkward atmosphere.
"You were going somewhere?" I pointed out, the staring was getting too much.
"Urhm, yes, my room." She said but still didn't make an attempt to move.
"It's over there," this conversation was getting awkward. I never thought I'd ever be this frightened by a lady or anyone at all.
Not frightened, I can safely say, she makes me nervous.
"Yeah, right," she said, pointing towards it. Then she finally turned on her heels and walked towards it.
Glady, this time around, she didn't bump into a wall.
I cracked at the thought of it.
At least I know I'm not the only one getting nervous.
I shifted my gaze from her when I heard the sounds of footsteps behind me.
"Eric," I said to my little brother.
He was focused on staring between me and Adriana.
"I see you've met my wife." He smiled.
"Yes, we've met earlier," I said.
"Good, good. How was rehab Daven?" This question was not needed, especially coming from my younger brother. I, however, answered.
"As you can see, it was fine."
"Good, good. I hope our safety is assured now that you're over alcohol." His gaze was fixed on mine. I scrunched my eyebrows at his words.
"Excuse me?"
"Well, Daven, now that we have a new family member, we don't want you causing any harm to my beautiful Adriana." If I know Eric Willingham as much as I believe I do, then one thing is for sure, he'll never change.
I took a step closer to where he was, close enough to tow above him. Perks of being the taller brother.
Then I muttered in a tone only he could hear, that too after straining his ears.
"Oh, your safety will always be assured, except of course if either you and your little wife cross the boundary, then I'll make sure I teach you a lesson. And this time, there wouldn't be a body to serve as evidence."
I could tell from the bulging his eyes that he didn't like what he had just heard.
He cleared his throat,
"Excuse me, brother," he said before walking past me and towards his room.
My heart squeezed at the sound of his door shutting. I didn't want to wrap head around the fact that she spent the night with him.
But then, it doesn't matter if she's happy, I am too.
Eric is always lucky. Luckier than he should be.
"Daven?" I heard my uncle Francis call.
"Uncle," I walked to where he was.
"I wanted to talk to you about the Raphael issues." I stated.
"Look, I know you feel what we did is unfair and all," he started explaining.
"Is he really involved in any shitty deals?" I asked because if he isn't and they just choose to dump him, then it's unfair. Raphael has been part of our family since day one.
"I do not know. With all the evidence brought against him, it seems so." Uncle Francis frowned.
"If we try to get involved, we will be dragged into it too."
"But we don't do illegal deals. We can help him and get our way out." I urged.
"Yes, but we have many enemies. They'll try their best to put us in the mud just to take our place at the top." He said, pushing me towards my room.
"But uncle…"
"Just go to sleep, Daven. We have problems bigger than Raphael." He said before closing my door shut.
I switched the lights on, changed, and then switched my computer on.
Something is wrong,
Lots of things are wrong around here.
I promised not to get involved in this family's drama after returning from rehab.
Especially because of how my father doesn't want to accept me as his son any longer.
With all the mistakes I have made in the past, I just want to keep a low profile.
But this Raphael stuff is something I'm curious about.
Something I really want to get to the bottom of.