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Chapter Thirty-Two: POV 3: Blood and Boundaries
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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
Married to my Dad's Billionaire Mafia Friend 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
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“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 MANSIONThe motorcade glided through the mansion gates, headligh
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“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.
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BIANCHI MANSIONClick. Click.The sound echoed like a ticking clock inside the cold, cavernous room of the Bianchi Mansion. The sharp flicks came from a silver lighter, worn but polished, dancing flames reflecting in the glass of red wine set before the old man who held it.A haze of cigarette smoke curled upward from his lips, a lazy trail slithering toward the crystal chandelier above. The room was lit dimly, not by the lavish bulbs overhead, but by the mood itself — heavy, grim, tense. The space looked more like a butcher’s prep zone than a negotiation hall. Bloodstains old and new painted the floor and walls like abstract art, a grotesque reminder that diplomacy here often ended in violence.Mr. Bianchi, a man nearing his eighties but built like a war-hardened general, sat at the head of a long, lacquered table. His sharp eyes glinted behind thick brows. Despite the years carved into his face, he looked alive — dangerously so. His fingers held the cigarette like it was an extensio
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"Can't do it?" Logan asked, his voice low and teasing, laced with seductive confidence. His eyes shimmered with mischief, his lips curled into a playful smirk as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against Massimo's cheek.Massimo didn't respond. His fingers trembled slightly as they hovered near Logan's zipper, but the task proved elusive. His hands faltered. A moment of silence lingered, heavy with tension. The air between them was thick — not just with heat, but with an unspoken challenge.Logan saw the hesitation. He moved in, slow and deliberate, like a predator who knew the scent of vulnerability. Massimo backed away, step by step, until his back met the cold wall. He stopped. Logan didn’t. The space between them vanished, leaving nothing but the closeness of their breaths, the brush of skin against fabric, the sound of thunder still echoing outside the mansion.Massimo was still holding Logan's zipper."Why don't we remove our clothes together?" Logan whispered, each word satu
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