Entangled with the Mafia Don novel Chapter 11

Davina's POV:

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The front door creaked softly as I slipped inside, the familiar scent of home – a mix of Mom's cooking and Lexi's ever-present lavender candles – a stark contrast to the smoky, debauched atmosphere I'd just left. The house was quiet, the only sound the gentle ticking of the old clock in the hallway. I held my breath, hoping to make it upstairs unnoticed.

But as I reached the bottom of the staircase, a figure emerged from the shadows of the living room. Dexter. He was sitting in his usual armchair, a half-empty glass of amber liquid in his hand, his eyes narrowed and fixed on me. The dim light from the hallway cast harsh shadows across his face, making his already unpleasant features seem even more menacing.

"Well, look who's finally back" he slurred, his voice thick with alcohol. "Out late, were we?"

My heart sank. An interrogation was the last thing I needed. I tried to keep my voice even. "Just... catching up with a friend, Dexter."

His eyes narrowed further, his gaze raking over me as his nostrils were taking in the smell I brought inside the house from the club. "A friend who smoked his lungs on you?" His tone was accusatory, laced with a familiar sneer. "What kind of 'friend'?"

I clenched my fists, trying to control my rising anger and the fear that still lingered from Ezra. "It's none of your business, Dexter."

He chuckled, a harsh, unpleasant sound. "Everything that happens under this roof is my business. Especially when my wife's sister starts sneaking in at all hours" He gestured dismissively at me.

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