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Madrid, Spain ~ Leonardo’s POV

When I was done ending the rat’s life, I requested that Miguel get rid of the body. I put my blazer back on after wiping the blood of my hands and rolling down my sleeves. I headed for my father’s office- he should have arrived by now. My mother found it convenient to attend to her duties as Doña from home.

As usual, I went in without knocking. Yes, he was the Don, but most importantly, he was my father. Family first after all.

Three kinds of family were recognized in the mafia. The people I shared blood with, the ones trusted enough to form the inner gang, and the others that operated under the mafia.

“What did you find out?” He went straight to the point after I had taken a seat on the couch opposite him.

“He said the English mafia sent him to gather information.”

The man’s confession was very strange to me. Why would a mafia we had never had a run in with want us snooped on? They were ranked the most powerful in the world. What could they possibly want from us that they didn’t already have? We did have the best weapon supply though, could that be it?

“Imposible, they would never.” My father defended, causing me to raise an eyebrow.

“Does the name Federico White ring a bell to you?” He asked.

His closest friend? What did he have to do with any of this? He wasn’t even in the mafia.

The two men had met when Mr. White moved to Madrid to care for his aging mother. They would pop in at each other’s homes all the time since they were neighbors. However, after Mr. White got married and started a family, he decided to settle down permanently in London. They hadn’t seen each other since then, but I suspected my father had kept contact with him.

“He is the boss of the English mafia and, therefore our greatest ally.” He elaborated, causing my eyebrows to lift.

I couldn’t say that I was surprised. That did explain why they never operated on our territory, and we never did on theirs unless necessary. Even with that, a notice needed to be sent to each other’s boss ahead of time.

“But that’s nonsense. Why would he lie?” I argued, receiving no response.

If the man did lie, it meant for once in my life I had failed in a torture session. I got up and hurriedly left his office in search of Camilla. I found her at the gazebo with Miguel.

“Cami, come with me.” I ordered and returned the way I came.

I heard her footsteps close behind me as I entered my study and took a seat behind my desk.

“What’s going on, Leo?” She asked.

“The Boss of the English mafia is Federico White. This means that the rat was not his. I need you to find out everything you can about him.” I surmised.

“Consider it done.”

Tracking and hacking, her field of expertise in the mafia excited her very much. Although I had been trained in both as it was expected of the next Don, I found it to be very boring so I left that to Camilla. In most cases that is.

“I have found something.” She announced a few minutes later, stepping into my study with her opened laptop in her hands.

“He might be English, I’m not sure because I couldn’t find anything concerning who he is. It’s like he never even existed. I decided to trace his whereabouts instead, and before he was first seen in Spain, he was last seen at the White International Airport in Russia.”

The fuck?

That did nothing to help. If anything, it just complicated things. If he was indeed sent by the English mafia, what was he doing on Bratva’s territory? Another ally’s territory. The situation was peculiar, and I didn’t like it one bit.

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Once I entered the kitchen, the aroma of Lucia’s homemade paella hit me. Her back was to the entrance of the room, so she hadn’t noticed my presence yet. I remained there, observing as she dished out a portion for herself.

Luciana Sanchez and I met at a club five years ago and hit it off immediately. We had become close since then, and our relationship turned into something entirely different. The good kind of different.

She was the only woman that I had fucked more than once. When I wasn’t in the mood to search for a new woman for the night, I dropped by the penthouse to have a taste of the ravishing blonde.

I quietly moved towards her and placing my hands on her hips, I pulled her into me. My lips lightly traced the curve of her ear, and she shivered in response. It pleasured me to see how much I affected her.

When we agreed to fuck, the one rule was to not develop feelings for each other. Guess who broke it? I couldn’t blame her though, after all, I was irresistible. It would have been wise to end everything to avoid hurting her, but she insisted that she would get over it soon, and I gave up trying to keep her away.

“Hola cariño.” She greeted, turning to plant her lips on mine.

I responded eagerly, lifting her up onto the table as she wrapped her legs around my waist. My tongue invaded her mouth, exploring every inch. Things heated up quickly and I ended up fucking her on the island in the middle of the kitchen.