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Chapter Twenty-Eight: POV 3
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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.
Married to my Dad's Billionaire Mafia Friend Chapter Twenty-Nine: POV 3: Blood for Blood
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
Married to my Dad's Billionaire Mafia Friend Chapter Twenty-Eight: POV 3
"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
Married to my Dad's Billionaire Mafia Friend Chapter Twenty-Seven: POV 3
"You brothers have a habit of throwing things," Massimo said with a smirk, his voice light, but layered with judgment. He held a clean t-shirt and a pair of black trousers in his hands, standing just inside Logan’s bedroom door. The door hung half-open, and the room was in shambles. Broken brushes, shattered mirrors, bedsheets in tangles on the floor, and one of the pillows lodged into the corner of the room like it had been hurled there with fury. Logan stood in the middle, his chest heaving and his shirt damp with sweat and rainwater. His face, already bruised from a fight earlier, was bleeding again, a slow trail of red running from the side of his mouth to his chin. "Get out!" Logan bellowed, his voice hoarse. Massimo didn’t flinch. Leonard stepped in next, surveying the wreckage with narrowed eyes. "What’s all this mess for?" "Can’t you all leave me the hell alone?" Logan shouted again. His hands were clenched tightly at his sides. Leonard started moving forward, a dangerou
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Sophia’s POV"Get in," Leonard said sternly, opening the door to his room. His jaw was clenched, his face carved into stone, every line screaming with anger.The moment I stepped inside, a colder air swept around me. Maybe it was the drop in temperature, maybe just his presence. Either way, I pulled the jacket tighter over my soaked shoulders. My hair clung to my neck and face, damp and uncomfortable, the water dripping slowly like a quiet metronome measuring my anxiety.Leonard shut the door behind him. The sound felt heavier than it should have, like a verdict slamming down.I didn’t move.He didn’t speak.For a moment, the silence between us roared louder than any argument could.Then he walked toward me, each step deliberate, precise—like a predator in a cage he built himself. I instinctively took a small step back, the chill intensifying, not just in the room, but in my chest. My breathing quickened, and so did his. The air grew dense with something electric, volatile.He came cl
Married to my Dad's Billionaire Mafia Friend Chapter Twenty-five: POV 3
The silence that had blanketed the room like fog after Leonard threw the glass was abruptly shattered by laughter—sharp, unexpected, and maddening.Logan’s head leaned back slightly as he let out a loud, taunting laugh, blood trickling down from the cut on his cheek. He wiped it with the back of his hand, then looked directly at his older brother. “Yes,” he said, voice dripping with bitter amusement, “this is who you really are.”Leonard’s chest heaved with rage, his knuckles pale from how tightly he clenched his fists. “Where did you take her to?” he demanded, voice still shaking from fury.“I—” Sophia began softly, stepping forward.“I wasn’t asking you,” Leonard cut in sharply, not even sparing her a glance. His eyes were locked on Logan’s, blazing. “Where did you take her?”Logan scoffed, tossing Leonard’s glare back at him like a challenge. “We went to the hospital to see her mom. Got a problem with that?”“You’re telling me,” Leonard’s voice now had an edge of something dangerou
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