Entangled with the Mafia Don novel Chapter 1

Davina's POV:

The flaky layers of the croissant shattered with a satisfying crispness as I bit into it, the buttery richness melting on my tongue. This tiny corner table at "Le Petit Bonjour" had become my sanctuary, a place where the lingering anxieties of job applications and the general uncertainty of post-graduation life could be momentarily forgotten in the simple pleasure of a perfect pastry and a strong latte.

My phone, nestled beside my half-eaten breakfast, vibrated insistently against the wooden tabletop. I frowned, glancing at the unfamiliar number displayed on the screen. Usually, my calls were from recruitment agencies I barely remembered applying to or my mom checking in. Hesitantly, I swiped to answer.

“Hello?”

The voice that answered was flat, devoid of any warmth or inflection. “Davina Wilson?”

A knot tightened in my stomach. It wasn’t a voice I recognized. “Speaking.”

“Your father, Mr. Malcolm Wilson, is in the hospital. He suffered a heart attack.”

The buttery sweetness of the croissant turned to ash in my mouth. Malcolm. The name felt foreign, a relic from a life I thought I’d left behind. My father. A man whose presence had evaporated from my world years ago, a clean break after the messy, acrimonious divorce. He hadn’t called, hadn’t written, hadn’t so much as sent a postcard in what felt like an eternity. A heart attack? The image of a man I barely remembered clutching his chest felt surreal, almost comical in its absurdity.

“My… my father?” I stammered, the cafe’s comforting hum suddenly a distant, muffled sound. My fingers tightened around my coffee cup, the ceramic digging into my skin. “But… I haven’t heard from him in years.” The words felt inadequate, a pathetic understatement of the chasm that had grown between us.

The voice on the other end remained impassive. “He asked for you.”

That single sentence hit me with the force of a physical blow. He asked for me? After all this time? After the silence, the deliberate cutting off of ties? A bitter laugh almost escaped my lips. It had to be a mistake. Some cruel, twisted prank.

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