Entangled with the Mafia Don novel Chapter 49

Davina's POV:

The world slowly solidified around me, emerging from the soft haze of a deep, dreamless sleep. The suffocating heat was gone, replaced by a cool comfort that wrapped around me like a gentle caress. I stretched, my muscles protesting faintly, and opened my eyes. Devlin's room. The soft sunlight filtering through the curtains painted warm stripes across the wall.

A quiet sigh escaped me. The crushing weight of betrayal was still there, a dull ache in my chest, but the sharp, stabbing pain had dulled, softened by the oblivion of fever. Oddly, though, a different sensation lingered. A phantom warmth, a faint, masculine scent that was both familiar and strangely comforting. I almost felt... I miss him. The thought startled me. How could I miss the man who had so thoroughly broken me?

Devlin entered the room, carrying a fresh cup of tea. Her eyes softened as she saw me awake. "Davina! You're finally back with us. How do you feel?"

"Tired," I admitted, pushing myself up to a sitting position. "But better. The fever's gone." I hesitated, then blurted out, "Devlin... I had the strangest dreams. I kept feeling... like Ezra was here. Holding me. And I kept calling his name." My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, recalling the embarrassing confessions my fevered mind might have uttered.

Devlin's gaze was knowing, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. She sat beside me, offering the tea. "You were very sick, darling. Your body was fighting hard. Sometimes, when you're that ill, your mind plays tricks. You call out for whatever brings you comfort, even if it's... a complicated comfort." She gave my hand a gentle squeeze. "Just rest now. You've been through a lot."

I nodded, taking a sip of the warm tea. The truth was, a part of me wished it hadn't been a trick of the fever. A small, foolish, masochistic part yearned for the impossible, the idea that he had genuinely been there, caring for me. But no. He was the reason I was here, broken and adrift. I pushed the thought away.

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A week later, the decision hung heavy in the air. My fever was gone, my strength slowly returning, but the reality of my situation remained. I had no job, no money, and my father's debt still weighed on me like a physical burden. Devlin had been an angel, sheltering me, comforting me, but I couldn't impose on her indefinitely. The club was the only place I knew where I could earn enough, fast enough, to even begin to chip away at the impossible sum.

"Are you sure you're ready, Davina?" Devlin asked, her brow furrowed with concern as she looked at me, dressed in my most modest club attire.

"I have to be," I replied, forcing a brave face. "There's nowhere else. And I need to start earning. For my family."

Devlin nodded, a determined glint in her eye. "Then I'm coming with you. Every step of the way."

We arrived at the club, the familiar neon lights casting their garish glow over the entrance. The music, a thumping bass, vibrated through the pavement. Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door, Devlin right behind me.

The first person my eyes landed on, standing near the bar, watching the entrance as if he'd been waiting, was Ezra.

He was dressed in a sharp dark suit, looking impossibly powerful, impossibly alluring. And when his gaze met mine across the crowded room, a slow, undeniable smile spread across his face, a spark of pure, unadulterated happiness lighting his eyes. He took a step forward, as if to approach me.

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