LOGINLeonardo I had spent enough time staring at photographs and documents. Thinking wasn't going to stop Vincent, or help me find Joseph Butler and it certainly wasn't going to tell me who had killed my driver. I reached for my phone, this time I didn't call Luther. I called CiCi. He answered on the fourth ring. "Yes, brother?" he answered lazily. "Where are you?" I demanded. "That depends," he drawled. I rubbed my forehead. "On what?" "Whether you're calling as my brother or as my boss." "Cici!" I growled. "Boss it is, then," he said, suddenly more serious. "Get to the house." "But I am at the house." "Then get to my office." He hesitated. "Should I be worried?" "In five," I warned before ending the call. Exactly four minutes later, the door swung open and CiCi strolled in carrying a half-eaten sandwich. I stared at the sandwich, then at him. He glanced down at it like he had forgotten that it was even there before glancing back at me. "What?" he asked
Leonardo The door closed behind Olivia and I stared at it for several seconds. Then I looked down at the file I was still holding. Olivia had remembered the day of the photographs. She remembered the man watching her and her father from across the street. She had remembered Elena. And most importantly, she remembered enough to know that whatever had happened to her father hadn't simply been bad luck. But she hadn't given me everything. I knew my wife well enough to recognize when she was hiding something. Olivia didn't lie easily. She didn't need to. She simply chose which pieces of the truth she was willing to hand you. And today, she'd handed me just enough to make me nearly dangerous. There had been an Elena. A woman who had disappeared from Olivia's father's house. A woman who had warned a nine-year-old girl about a man coming to collect on a deal. There was a missing piece. I just didn't know which one and where. I walked out of her room and back
Olivia I knew Leonardo was investigating my father before anyone told me. Men like Leonardo thought they were subtle. They weren't. A wife always knew when something was up. Especially when they were afraid of what they might find. I stood by the bedroom window, watching the black SUV disappear through the gates. Luther had left twenty minutes ago. Leonardo hadn't come with him which in itself was unusual. Normally, wherever Luther went, Leonardo wasn't far behind. But today, Leonardo had remained in his office. For hours and the door had stayed closed. No one had been allowed inside. Not even Rosa. That alone told me something was wrong plus since Cassie, I had a fine sense of what to look out for when it came to him. I turned away from the window. My eyes landed on the copy of a photograph that I had left on the dresser. It was the same photograph Leonardo had been staring at for days. The photograph of a little girl, which was me. I picked it up a
Leonardo Sleep abandoned me before dawn, so I gave up trying. The photograph with the word FOUND lay on my night stand, refusing to let me look away from it. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Olivia's face, of cause, not the woman she was now. But the little girl in that photograph, the one who was watching and waiting. She looked like she already knew that life wasn't going to be kind to her, but more than anything, one question kept repeating itself. It wasn't about who Olivia was or why she had become the woman standing beside me today. The question was about me. It was about why I had settled her father's debt with marriage? Many men had owed me money before, and I had taken businesses, properties and accounts, even blood, but I had never married their daughters. So why Olivia? At the time, I had convinced myself it was punishment. Henry had gambled away money he couldn't repay. He had dragged his family into a mess that should have been his alone and Olivia h
LeonardoAfter an endless day of trying to put my ducks in a row, sleep refused to come.The mansion had long since surrendered to the night. The laughter that had echoed through the halls earlier was gone, replaced by the familiar silence that settled over the estate after midnight.I used to love this peacedful time until...well I started questioning my very existence. Now I hated the silence. It gave me too much time to think. The untouched glass of whiskey sat on the corner of my table, the ice having melted hours ago. Beside it lay the file Luther had left me earlier in the evening on Olivia. I'd been postponing going back to it all day but as I opened the door that led to my balcony, I felt it's weight around my hand again. I had read it so many times that I no longer saw words, just questions. I consoled myself that the file had been compiled at the last minute, surely whatever I had seem, Christopher probably didn't have the time to double check everything. Three deliber
Leonardo The office door closed behind me with a solid click and I could breath again. Out there, people laughed. Dogs stole slippers. My wife smiled at my misery. But in here, reality waited. Luther stood by the window while I poured myself a whiskey I had no intention of drinking. "The shipment," I said. Luther who had been typing something on his phone answered, "Recovered boss, but the trucks were burned after the attack." "And the cargo?" I asked "Gone." He said. My jaw tightened. This was three months of negotiations. Thousands of rounds and not to mention millions of pounds and everything was gone overnight. "Did they leave a message?" Luther nodded once."They carved a symbol into the driver's chest." I didn't ask which who the symbol belonged to because I already had a feeling that Vincent was behind it. The bastard never hid behind anonymous killings. He wanted everyone to know he'd been there. Fear was his signature. I set the untouched glass o







