LOGINOliviaOne week passed since Leonardo was confined to a chair, even though his doctors were hopeful that the diagnosis was not permanent. But it didn't seem like Leonardo had taken it well.Before, during the few days after the accident, he had been all jolly and spoke freely about his shattered legs, but now it felt like the reality of his immobility had finally sunk in.Now, all he did was sit next to the window and look outside at the garden. He barely ate or said anything. The only time he seemed to come around was when CiCi came to talk to him. Other than that, he just stared into space."It's a beautiful day for a stroll outside," I said, and he turned his manual wheelchair and stared at me.His electric chair had come in a few days ago, top-of-the-range, made of titanium steel, and promised easy access and use, but Leonardo was still using the manual one, which had come in on the second day after the accident.The staring was unnerving, with the lost look he seemed to have thes
LeonardoThe push towards my mother's living room felt endless, with my mother trailing behind us.The suspense broke as the chair was wheeled into the living room. With my hand already inside the light blanket that Cici had draped on top of me, feeling for my gun. "Henry?" I said as soon as I saw the man seated on one of my mothers posh Chair.What the heck was this and how did my mother even know Henry enough for him to be sitting here.Henry stood up and his eyes darted towards my mother, who came from behind me and Cici, her hands twisted together."Boys, listen I can explain, it's not what this looks like." She said. I took my hand out from underneath the blanket because as far as I knew, Henry was not a threat but an interesting riddle. "What does it look like?" Cici asked as he moved from behind me and into the center of the room.I sat transfixed at the scene in front of me, and I was glad that Cici was taking over with the questioning as I didn't have the energy for it."B
Leonardo The door closed behind Olivia, and the room changed. CiCi stopped chewing. I watched the door for another second before looking back at him. “Close it properly.” I said He got up, pushed the door firmly shut, then returned to his chair. And for once, he didn’t make a joke. “What aren’t you telling me?” he asked. I leaned back on my pillows, studying him. “A lot.” He waited and I looked down at my legs. “Too much has happened in too short a time. Things that should connect don’t. People know things they shouldn’t know. And every answer I get seems to lead to another question.” CiCi’s expression lost its usual lightness. “What exactly happened brother?” I told him about Henry. About the visit. The things Henry had said. The things he had refused to say, and the way the pieces had started moving almost immediately afterwards. Then I told him about the attack. “And I asked Luther to find the person who had been following us from the airport.” Ci
OliviaThe mansion felt wrong without Leonardo in it. Although we were not on what I would call good terms but something felt off about his absence today. I was in the library trying to take my mind off things when Rosa appeared at the door.“Mrs. De Luca.” She said and I instantly looked up. There was something in her posture that I couldn't quiet figure out that made my heart to start beating fast.''What is it Rosa, speak." I said.“Mr. De Luca has been injured.” At the words I felt my whole being tremble. My chair scraped against the floor as I stood. “What happened?”“There was an attack on their way back from the airport.”“And, where is he now?” “In the East wing, they've made a makeshift hospital for him there-” Before she could finish her sentence, I was already reaching for my coat, ready to go out. Leonardo and I might have been at odds with each other but he was still my husband and legally so.Luther was waiting outside the bedroom door when I arrived in the east wing.
Leonardo The drive from the airport was quiet, with Luther behind the wheel, one hand resting loosely on the steering wheel while the other stayed near the gearshift. I sat in the passenger seat, staring through the window. Henry's words wouldn't leave me alone. 'She's innocent.' I hadn't believed that before I went to see him. But the fear in his eyes had told me something else. Someone had been watching Olivia, someone Henry was still afraid of. “Take the next turn,” I said. Luther nodded and a few seconds passed, then I noticed the black SUV behind us. It had been there since the highway. “Luther.” He glanced at the rearview mirror. “I see it.” “It's been following us.”“I know.” He didn't sound concerned and that was when another vehicle pulled out from a side road ahead. Luther's hand tightened around the steering wheel. “Hold on.” The first gunshot shattered the windshield, Luther swerved. Another burst of gunfire tore through the car. The vehicle behind us acce
Leonardo The jet landed just after noon. By the time I reached Henry's house, the sun was high enough to bleach the color from everything around it. The house we let him use looked smaller than I remembered or perhaps I was used to bigger things. Luther stopped beside me. “You want me inside?” He asked. “No.” I said, this time I wanted to be alone with Henry when I looked at him in the eye and told him that I knew about his wealth and asked him why me? Luther nodded and remained by the car. I walked toward the front door alone, knocked once but there was no answer, so I knocked again and I heard footsteps. Slow footsteps like I had no other places to be. Finally the door opened a fraction and the main man himself looked through the gap of the door. "Avoidng someone?" I asked. His face changed. He didn't look surprised but rather scared to see me. And I found that very very interesting. “Mr De Luca.” He said once he had gotten over the shock and composed himself. “Henr







