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Chapter 12 The Duffel Bag
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Contracted to the Mafia Boss Leonardo De Luca Chapter 115 A Shame Really
Leonardo Melanie hadn't even tried to hide. Stan tracked her to a hotel just outside London. Not a cheap one-night place you duck into when you're desperate. This was discreet, expensive, the kind of hotel where the staff are paid well to forget your face. Which made no sense. The last time I'd seen her, she was crying in my office, hands cradling a stomach that was supposed to be carrying my child, begging me to listen, but the life she was living now was miles above her means — unless someone else was funding it. "I don't want her at the house again," I told Stan. "Arrange a car. We need to talk to her on my terms." He understood. Olivia didn't need that woman showing up at our gate again.When we arrived, it didn't take much. A folded note, a firm handshake with the front desk manager, and I had a key card in my hand. "Miss Melanie is usually out at this time, sir," the clerk said helpfully, pocketing the cash. "Shopping. She'll be back around noon. Would you like to lea
Contracted to the Mafia Boss Leonardo De Luca Chapter 114 Time To Think
Olivia Dr. Patel burst at the seams with information. The information wasn't shocking, but it was still hard to hear. "In my report, I clearly stated that it was not impossible for you to have children, given that your injury didn't hit any vital organs," he said. Leonardo took in a shaky breath. Guilt was engraved on his face. "Not impossible, you say," he said, looking at me. "Not at all," Dr. Patel assured him. "We can do some tests if that will make you feel more comfortable," he offered. "No. No." Leonardo shook his head. "That will not be necessary." The doctor seemed relieved that he had finally put the burden down. "I'll take your word. No need for a test." "Then I think I should let the lab team go, if you say you won't be needing them." Leonardo nodded, and Dr. Patel took his cell phone out and stood to call his people, to tell them there would be no use for them. I turned to Leonardo. "I thought you wanted to be sure." "I did, and now I am," he said. "The doctor
Contracted to the Mafia Boss Leonardo De Luca Chapter 113 Young Man
Olivia The phone was already ringing before I could talk him out of it. “Patel,” Leonardo said, his voice carrying that familiar steel I hadn’t heard in two years. “I need a lab at the house. Today. A full male fertility panel. And I need you here yourself.” I was still sitting in his lap, my legs tucked over the armrest of the new wheelchair he had hated until this morning. On the other end of the line, Dr. Patel, his surgeon from twenty years ago, paused. Now retired and well into his seventies, he had been the one to put Leonardo back together after the accident in his twenties. “Leonardo? Is everything all right, my boy?” His voice sounded older and slower than I imagined Leonardo remembered it. “No,” Leonardo replied, looking directly at me. “But it will be. I need to ask you something only you can answer. Can you be here by eleven?” “I’ll be there by ten-thirty.” Leonardo ended the call. His hand didn't return to the phone. Instead, it settled on my waist, slippin
Contracted to the Mafia Boss Leonardo De Luca Chapter 112 Dr. Patel
OliviaI woke up alone.The sheets beside me were cold, dented where Leonardo had been. His pillow smelled like him. But Leonardo was gone.Panic shot through me before logic could."Leonardo?" I sat up, blanket clutched to my chest, looking around the dim room. His chair wasn't locked by the bed. The bathroom door was open, empty. His meds were still on the nightstand.I threw on his shirt from last night and half-ran out."Rosa? Have you seen—"Rosa was in the kitchen, Cassie in her high chair smearing banana everywhere. Rosa looked up and smiled like she knew a secret."He went to his office, early," she said. "On his own. Said not to wake you.""What? How?" I asked.Rosa just shrugged, but she was grinning. "Check in the office, Ms. Olivia."His home office door was closed. It had been closed for some time, since he stopped coming in at all.I knocked once, no answer, and pushed it open.And there he was.Lights on, blinds open. He was in the new chair — the new one he had refused
Contracted to the Mafia Boss Leonardo De Luca Chapter 111 Each Other Arms
Leonardo Olivia had left a while ago and I had just done all the routine for the evening as the doctor had shown me. Things were still a bit sketchy but the transfer was done and my legs settled, chair locked within reach, my lamp low next to my bed. I was trying to turn in, but I couldn't shake dinner — her knee pressed to mine under the table the whole meal, her hand finding mine, thumb tracing my knuckles until I couldn't think straight. And there was a soft knock. The door cracked open. Olivia slipped in wearing that oversized sleep shirt that barely hit mid-thigh, hair damp, legs bare. "You're still awake," she said, smiling like she already knew I would be. "I thought I would sneak in while you passed out." "Was trying not to be and I'm glad I didn't fall asleep." I said. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it for a second, looking at me in the bed. In my bed, which hadn't been ours since... "Have you taken your meds?" she asked walking over slowly.
Contracted to the Mafia Boss Leonardo De Luca Chapter 110 For The Long Haul
Leonardo She said "I promise" so easily. Like she didn't understand what that promise would cost her. I wanted to believe her. God, I wanted to believe her more than I wanted to breathe. Olivia's weight in my lap wasn't heavy. It was anchoring. For days this chair had felt like a cage, like a sentence. But with her here, her head tucked against my shoulder, her hand tangled in mine, I didn't feel trapped. I felt rooted. For the first time since the accident, I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be. "You're shaking," she whispered, her fingers tightening on my shirt. "I'm not," I lied. "You are." She didn't pull away. She didn't make it a big thing. She just pressed her palm flat against my chest, right over my heart, as if she could steady it from the outside. My hand on her waist tightened without permission. I couldn't help it. I needed to feel she was real. "Stay like this? Just a little longer?" I asked. I hated how small my voice sounded. I used to be
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