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Chapter Thirty: POV 3: The Meeting

“Sir, the investors are calling at the company,” Massimo said as they descended the marble steps of Mr. Bianchi’s estate.Leonard Morano didn’t reply immediately. He was focused on the blood staining his sleeves—dark red and tacky. He brought a white handkerchief to his arms, dabbing at the smeared mess with unbothered precision. The scent of iron clung to his skin, but he didn't flinch.“Good. Send in the files to them,” Leonard finally said, his voice calm, almost bored.“Okay, boss. Right away.” Massimo’s steps quickened as he reached for his phone.“Tell them to prepare the meeting room,” Leonard added, already pulling at the buttons of his stained shirt.“I’ve done that,” Massimo replied, his timing always ahead of instruction.They reached the sleek black car idling at the curb. Massimo moved with practiced grace, opening the door for Leonard, but as the don moved to enter—“Wait. Get me a clean shirt,” Leonard ordered, tugging the bloody one off with slow, deliberate gestures.

Chapter Thirty-One: POV 3: Sleeping Beauty

“How did you do that?” Massimo asked, still standing beside Leonard as the last of the investors exited the meeting room. Leonard didn’t answer immediately. He was reclined in his chair, swinging slowly as though gravity itself bowed to him. His fingers were tented together, the way a man thinks before delivering either salvation or damnation. “I just pulled a little stunt,” Leonard replied coolly. “A little stunt?” Massimo scoffed with a smirk. “You had Anderson gaping like a man who saw a ghost. Whatever notification he got, it rattled him to the bones. And yet, you were just sitting there, smiling.” Leonard tilted his head slightly, a grin dancing on the corner of his mouth. “That’s the fun part, Massimo. People fear the unknown more than the threat itself. The mind fills in the blanks far better than any bullet.” “That was impressive,” Massimo admitted, admiration in his tone. Leonard stood. “Let’s head back.” ********** MORANO MANSION The motorcade glided through

Chapter Thirty-Two: POV 3: Blood and Boundaries

The night air outside the Morano mansion was thick with silence, but inside Leonard’s mind, there was only noise. Thoughts collided, storming through him as he stared at Massimo’s phone, his jaw tight, the muscles in his neck tense. The photos were damning—Logan, his younger brother, sitting with Luca, Diego’s son, the enemy’s heir. Laughing. Smiling. Leaning close in ways that could only be described as friendly, or worse—trusting.Leonard handed the phone back to Massimo with slow, deliberate movement, his tone low but sharp.“What’s the intel?” he asked.Massimo gave a slight nod, glancing around to ensure they weren’t being overheard. “It’s about Logan, boss. One of our guys saw him around town—downtown coffee shop. He’s been hanging out with Luca.”Leonard’s expression turned to ice. “What? Why is he associating with them?”“I don’t know, boss,” Massimo replied, cautious. “But they seem to get along. Too well, honestly. I've been sent this pictures constantly.”Leonard’s brow twi

Chapter Thirty-Three: POV 3: The Red Thread

Logan stepped out of the bathroom, droplets of moisture still glistening on his skin as he towel-dried his hair. He was clad in loose-fitting navy-blue pajamas, the shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest as he moved to finish dressing. The room was dimly lit by the warm bedside lamp, casting golden hues across the expensive furniture and polished floors. The stillness of the night was interrupted by a soft sound.“Knock knock.”The knock came from outside his door—delicate, almost polite.“Come in,” Logan said, not bothering to turn around.The door creaked open. A young maid walked in, balancing a silver tray lined with perfectly sliced apples, watermelon, and a peeled banana. She remained at the threshold, her eyes respectfully downcast.“Your fruit is here, sir,” she said softly.“Keep it on the table there,” Logan instructed, gesturing toward the small marble table near the window.“Okay.” She walked across the room, placed the tray gently down, bowed, and exited as quietly as sh

Chapter Thirty-Four: POV 3: Fractures and Truths

“Sophi?” Logan called out, his voice breaking the thick silence in the room, his face draining of color.Sophia stood at the doorway, her eyes wide, mouth parted slightly in surprise. She hadn’t meant to intrude—hadn’t meant to witness what she just had. Massimo was already up from the bed, his composure faltering as he stepped away from Logan. The tension clung to the air like a thick, invisible smoke, wrapping itself around all three of them.Sophia opened her mouth, then hesitated.“I didn’t mean to walk in like that,” she said at last, her voice soft, apologetic. Her hand gestured weakly toward the hallway. “I’ll go and come back later.”“I will leave, ma,” Massimo said quickly, already collecting the contents of the first aid box with swift, practiced movements. He didn’t look at Logan again. “You can speak with him.”In a few short strides, he was out the door, leaving behind an uncomfortable silence.Logan didn’t move. He felt like something inside him had been exposed—peeled o

Chapter Thirty-Five: POV 3: The Threat

“Okay, darling.”The message popped up on Leonard’s phone as he stood in front of the mirror, drying his damp hair with a white towel. The heat from the steamy shower still lingered in the room, curling at the corners of the mirror. Leonard glanced down at his phone, the screen still glowing from the message he had just received. The sender? Thelma.He had texted her earlier: “Let’s meet by 8 p.m.”Her reply was quick, flirty. Typical Thelma.Leonard let out a small sigh and dropped the towel onto a nearby chair. He walked toward the shelf, pulling out a crisp black shirt, slipping it over his bare torso. His expression remained unreadable—neither eager nor reluctant—just... composed. A man carrying too much weight behind the eyes to be distracted by a red dress or an old flame.*******************PENTHOUSE — EARLY MORNINGThelma, on the other hand, had prepared for this moment as if it were a performance.She sat on her cream-colored suede sofa, legs elegantly crossed, her red satin

Chapter Thirty-Six: POV 3: King's Bar

KINGS BAR – 10:46 PMKings Bar pulsed with late-night energy, bathed in ambient red lighting that gave everything a sultry, moody glow. The air was tinged with the musky scent of cigar smoke, leather, and expensive colognes. The clink of glassware mixed with a low, sensual jazz beat pouring from the speakers, while bodies swayed slowly to the rhythm on the dancefloor. Rich mahogany counters, golden trims, and plush velvet booths set this place apart as a haven for the powerful and the discreet.The VIP section was cordoned off with dark velvet ropes and guarded by two stoic bouncers. In the center of it all sat Leonard—draped over a wine-colored couch like a dethroned king, his back slightly slouched, gaze vacant and unfocused. His usual aura of dominance was muted tonight, replaced by something more… fragile. Haunted.Jude, the owner of Kings Bar, approached the low marble table with a bottle of aged whiskey and two crystal tumblers. The lights caught his gold wristwatch as he set th

Chapter Thirty-Seven: The confession 1

Sophia’s POVMorano Mansion – 11:59 PMVoom!!!The sound of a car pulling into the parking lot pierced the thick silence of the mansion. I jumped slightly, startled even though I had been expecting it. My fingers gripped the edge of the throw pillow I’d been clutching for hours now, nerves buzzing through me like a silent alarm.“Is Leonard back?” I whispered to myself, heart pounding.The mansion had felt like a cage all evening. I had been pacing the sitting room restlessly, battling with my thoughts, going over a conversation in my mind that I still hadn’t mustered the courage to have. I needed to leave the mansion, even if just briefly. But with Leonard, I knew better than to do it without telling him. Without asking.As the front door creaked, I peered through the hallway window. A frown formed on my face immediately. Massimo—Leonard’s trusted man—was helping him out of the car. Or more like dragging him, with Leonard’s arm slung heavily over his shoulder. Leonard looked limp, he

Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Message

SOPHIA'S POV MORANO MANSION – 8:47 AM “Ah!” I groaned as I stirred from sleep, the sharp rays of the morning sun cutting through the sheer white curtains, piercing my eyes. My head throbbed as if I had danced all night at a noisy festival—or gotten punched repeatedly in a boxing ring. The pain was dull yet persistent, echoing like a drumbeat in my skull. Raising my hand to my forehead, I sat up slowly, clutching the sheets. Why does my head feel like this? I tried to recollect, but my thoughts were a blur until Grace’s voice drew me back to the present. “Good morning, ma,” she said, her footsteps light as she walked into the room holding a silver tray. A gentle aroma of tea wafted into the air. “Good morning, Grace,” I replied, rubbing my eyes as she approached the bed. “Here is your tea,” she said softly, placing it on the nightstand. “Thanks,” I murmured, offering a faint smile. She turned toward the door. “Breakfast is ready. You should get dressed and come downstairs befo

Chapter Thirty-Nine: POV 3: Swiss Bar

SWISS BAR — 9:33 PM“Cheers!” voices chorused above the throbbing pulse of the bass-heavy music. The clash of glasses resounded beneath the dim, ruby-red lights as laughter erupted from a far booth in the corner of Swiss Bar.Logan raised his glass halfway with a smirk, seated amid the noisy group. Luca, perched beside him, had a girl in a silver crop top draped over his shoulder, lazily twirling her hair as she whispered something into his ear. Across from them sat two other boys, laughing with their arms around scantily clad girls who giggled and sipped colorful drinks.“Hey man, you haven’t been hanging out with us lately,” Luca said as he elbowed Logan lightly.Logan took a long sip from his drink before replying, “Oh, I’ve got a lot on my plate lately.”“Or maybe your papa tied your legs,” Luca mocked, rolling his eyes. The others at the table burst into laughter, but Logan’s expression changed instantly—his brows furrowed, and the glint in his eyes darkened.“Stop it,” Logan bar

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