MasukLeonardo 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
Leonardo "Put him in a psychiatric facility," I said. Luther nodded. "And who do we put as his family on the form?" "List him as family." CiCi frowned. "You're serious about this?" "If everyone already thinks he belongs to us, we might as well make it official, besides Diablo probably thinks he has scored big time with him, so why not give him more reasons to think that?" Stan shook his head. "Only in this family." He overstepped but I ignored him. I had no time to explain to them my grand plan with the mad man but I liked the shape of it already. "Find him. Get him somewhere safe and contained. And make sure that no one hurts him." Luther nodded. "And while you at it, get the jet ready, I think its time I paid Henry a visit." Luther nodded once again and that was that. After he and Stan left, CiCi gave me a raised eyebrow and I knew he had a lot on his mind. "You have something to say?" I asked. "Why are you doing this?" He asked. "You will have to be more spe
Leonardo I stared at the photograph CiCi had sent. Then I looked at it again. And again. There were some faces a man never forgot, not because they were important. Not because they were particularly memorable. But because they had once convinced you to dig up a dead cat in the middle of the night. I slowly lowered my phone. "No. It can't be." Stan was sitting across from me, he and Luther had come as soon as they could when I told them we had a mole. "What?" He asked. I turned the photograph toward him. He looked at it once and his face went blank, then his eyes widened with recognition. "Oh, hell." "That's what I said." "That's him," he said. "That is the guy." "I know." Neither of us spoke for several seconds. From the other side of the office, Luther looked between us. "Who?" Stan pointed at the photograph. "That man." Luther stared at the screen. "I don't know him." "Exactly." I looked at him. "And that's the problem." Another message from CiCi appeared.So it'







