He just stood in the hallway like he was a fucking butler or sothing, but sothing was different about him, which Jas imdiately noticed. He looked nothing like back at the airport, his face was different, more serious, he didn’t have a smile, nothing.
"Jas, I know it is an important mont for you, can I snatch you for a quick talk?" He asked, and it just got more obvious sothing was wrong... even his voice was different, no accent at all.
But not just that... why the fuck would he show up, when he was the one that said to enjoy Maraci. Second, he ca personally, at the embassy knowing full well that he would be with his family, and now asking for him.
"Yeah, you can." Jas answered him, but Erika noticed that now Jas was different talking with that guy in front of them. He didn’t have this attitude, this feeling around him, but he looked more like sobody who is careful, who is trying to not be the one controlling the situation, but flowing with it.
"A friend?" She asked, though pretty much knew he was ain’t no friend but another powerful figure.
"Yeah, a friend, mom." Jas answered. "Charlotte, I’m going to have a talk with my friend then I co back, okay?" Surprisingly she too felt that sothing was different. She didn’t start to scream or cry, but just stared at Darvik... like if he was a danger.
"Then let’s go to the garden." Darvik said as he turned to the left and went out of the door, but Jas waited to see if he was alone or not... and he was alone.
"Is he a boss too, a don, or is he with the cartel?" Erika imdiately asked, though she covered Charlotte’s ears.
"No, he is worse than that." Jas answered as he glanced at her. "But I can deal with him, so don’t worry, he is on our side." He said as he took a big breath and followed after Darvik out to the garden to the filagoria where he was sitting idle, waiting for him.
And there was silence for a few minutes, as Jas wanted to hear what he had to say... but he just sat there, and that was it.
"So, do you call for sitting around?" He finally broke the silence.
"Not really, and I know I ca at the wrong ti entering the reunion, but I got a call and thought it would be good to tell you."
"What call?"
"An important call... a very important one, Jas." he said as he pulled out his cigarette and lit it up. "I thought I’d tell you, and maybe you make your decision faster on the deal... like a little gift, I would say." He puffed out smoke.
"I never thought a man would need this much." Jas answered him as he stared into his eyes and just got irritated by it.
He was pressing this deal too much... it felt like a trap, or worse... it felt like Darvik could do anything to get him in the deal... but then there was the call.
"Ohh, I don’t need you, Jas." Darvik giggled as he took a hit. "I don’t need your... aura, the face, the eyes. What I need, what Maraci needs, is the influence and mostly the money you have, more importantly the money you will make." He puffed it out the smoke staring at Jas.. "Tough, I can’t deny I do like you, a fan of yours I would say."
Well, at least he said it out loud and said the truth, which Jas knew pretty much. They don’t need him, they need what he has. That’s how deals are made, and deals are about... that’s what a gangster paradise is about.
"Yeah, well, thanks. What was the call about then, your gift?"
Again, there was an obvious change that could be clearly seen in Darvik... like he was getting frustrated or stressed about sothing.
"You know, Jas, I hate two types of people." He hit the cigarette once again, but it was a long one and even longer when he puffed it out. "I hate those who don’t have ambitions, who are little bitches, but what I hate even more is the people who want to fuck over." He tossed the cigarette on the ground, stepped on it, but just kept eye contact with Jas. "Fucking over ans they fuck Maraci and the people over, not just that, but fuck up the deal and the opportunity it can bring to the people." He leaned back and imdiately lit another cigarette "I love my people, deeply. We suffered together, and built up a great system to sustain ourselves. Our whales are the most important figures, but they have money by doing dangerous things, they have enemies... and you, my friend, have the potential to beco the biggest whale."
Whale, huh... more like a piggy bank, Jas thought, but he knew Darvik didn’t an it in a disrespectful way. No, they were money whales for them.
"Yeah, so... sobody wants to fuck over the deal between us?"
"Exactly." Darvik said as took another deep hit and puffed it out. "Not just fuck over the deal, but fuck over you." He pointed at him with the cigarette. "You know, it might be your end."
Again, he was strange, and Jas could see through him or more like through the shell Darvik put on, the sa kind of play, acting Sophia had done back then. It wasn’t about what he said, but how he said it. Up until this point, he kept shifting, going from serious to nonchalant, back to serious.
Especially the last sentence. He said it so lightly, so calmly, but from it, Jas knew it wasn’t a threat. Darvik didn’t pose a threat to him, in fact, it was the opposite. He wanted to help, or maybe he wanted sothing first, and then help.
But help with what? What did he an by "your end"?
Well... it was obvious. There was a chance he was going to die.
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