Entangled with the Mafia Don novel Chapter 75

Davina's Dream

The silence was the first thing I noticed.

It wasn't the silence of a quiet room or a late night; it was the silence of an empty universe. The roar of the Atlantic, the scream of the wind, and the deafening crack of Tatiana’s gun had all vanished. There was no pain. The white-hot sledgehammer that had driven into my chest was gone, replaced by a weightless, numbing cold.

I was standing in a place that looked like a cathedral made of fog. The floor was as dark and reflective as a frozen lake, and the ceiling was lost in a hazy, silver mist.

"Davina."

I turned. A few yards away, the fog parted. A man was standing there, holding a small bundle in his arms. My breath—or what felt like my breath—hitched. It was him. Dexter. Lexi’s husband. He looked whole. He wasn't covered in the blood, or shot by Ezra's gun, that had taken him. And the bundle… it was the baby. The child Ezra’s world had swallowed.

They looked peaceful. They looked like an invitation.

Suddenly, the silver sky above me fractured. A bolt of jagged, blue electricity tore through the mist, and the ground beneath my feet shuddered.

"CLEAR!"

The voice was muffled, as if it were coming from deep underwater. The impact hit me like a physical blow, jerking my soul upward. The peaceful cathedral flickered. For a second, I saw the harsh, fluorescent lights of a room I didn't recognize. I saw masked faces, the glint of steel instruments, and a frantic, rhythmic thumping against my ribs that felt like someone was trying to break me open.

No, I thought. It hurts too much there. Let me stay.

I turned back to the man and the child. They were walking away, stepping deeper into the silver light. I started to follow, my feet feeling light on the glass-dark floor. The peace was so close. No more Sokolovs. No more cellars. No more blood.

But then, the fog didn't just part—it bled.

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