Leonardo straightened up, still gripping the hammer, his gaze shifting from José’s broken form to Ricardo. He could feel the tension in the room thickening as Ricardo’s eyes gleamed with sadistic anticipation. The sight of José’s suffering only seemed to fuel his excitement. “Ricardo,” Leonardo said with a tight voice, though he forced a smile. “You always have the worst timing.” Ricardo chuckled. “I disagree. I think I have impeccable timing. Just in time to witness the truth spilling out, right, José?” He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving the prisoner, who was trembling, barely holding himself together. José could only whimper in response, his body wracked with pain, his broken hand cradled against his chest. Leonardo’s patience was wearing thin. He needed to get to the bottom of this, alone. And while he wasn’t averse to using violence, he preferred it to be purposeful, not gratuitous. Unlike Rob or Ricardo. “José,” Ricardo said, gaining the man’s attention. “
“What do you mean I can’t get a meeting with him?” Lima’s voice was sharp, almost a snarl, as she hurled her glass at the mirror. The glass shattered on impact, fragments scattering across the floor like the pieces of her temper. She hadn’t lost control like this in a long time, but the Don was pushing her to the edge. Rupert stood beside her, tense but silent, carefully measuring his next move. He knew better than to speak when Lima was like this, aware that anything he said could set her off even more. “Try harder or I’ll show up with men and guns blazing”, she said and ended the call. Sighing, she ran her hands through her curly hair. “Get me another glass of wine, Rupert. And send in a maid to clean this mess up”, she said, referring to the broken glass and mirror. “Yes, mistress”, he said and stepped out. Lima caught a glimpse of herself in the shattered fragments of the mirror. The jagged edges reflected a distorted image, but the woman staring back at her was unmist
WARNING: THIS EPISODE CONTAINS CONTENT THAT MIGHT BE TRIGGERING FOR SOME READERS. Lima walked into Henry’s office, her dress revealing just enough to leave him wanting more. The sway in her hips and the confidence in her stride made it clear she was used to getting what she wanted. Henry’s eyes locked onto her, unable to tear them away. “Henry, how are you?” she asked, her voice smooth as she approached his desk. Henry’s gaze lingered on her, taking in every detail. “Lima, it’s always a pleasure to see you,” he replied, his voice barely hiding the hunger in his eyes. “Then do me a favor. Ask me to sit,” she said, her tone soft yet demanding, her eyes never leaving his. Henry swallowed hard, trying to regain some composure. “Please, have a seat, Lima. What can I do for you?” he asked, gesturing to the chair opposite him. “The Italian Don,” she started, cutting straight to the point as she gracefully sat down. “Why can’t I get a meeting with him?” Henry hesitated, choos
"So, do we all agree?" Arya asked, her gaze sweeping over the group, making sure they were all on the same page. They nodded in unison. "I'm so glad you invited me, Arya," Bianca said with a smile. "And I'm glad you came. It’s exhausting being the only mature person in a group of baby boys," Arya quipped, drawing amused looks from the men. Well, except for Leonardo, who was already looking at her with that familiar admiring gaze. “With that hot head of hers, it’s no wonder she’s adding a little extra masculinity to the group,” Rob remarked, not missing a beat as he took a jab at Bianca. Bianca didn’t flinch. Instead, she rolled her eyes and shot back, “That’s not what she said, and yes, I’ve got just the right amount of masculinity to walk you like a dog.” Her voice dripped with attitude. Ricardo’s eyes widened, a grin spreading across his face. "I’m not gonna lie, she totally wiped the floor with you,” he said, throwing fuel on the fire just to rile Rob up a bit more.
Arya crouched down beside Lima, her expression more curious than concerned. “What happened to you?” she asked, her voice calm and probing. Lima’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze unfocused as if she were trying to escape the memory that haunted her. “It was Henry,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “He tried to… I had to get out of there.” Arya’s eyes narrowed, the name Henry triggering a faint but uneasy recognition. For Lima to be this shaken, something had gone horribly wrong. Ricardo’s jaw clenched, his voice steely. “Henry, the priest?” “Yes,” Lima responded, her breathing growing rapid as panic began to overtake her. Before the situation could spiral further, Bianca stepped in, her voice firm yet soothing. “She’s having a panic attack. I’ll handle it.” Kneeling beside Lima, Bianca gently guided her through the 5-4-3-2-1 method, her presence a calming force amidst the rising tension. Leonardo, ever vigilant, only relaxed his grip on his gun when he was certain Lima p
Arya’s eyes were sharp as daggers as she turned to Ricardo, her disbelief morphing into a cold fury. "What do you mean Henry is your father?" she demanded, her voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with venom. Ricardo met her gaze, his face devoid of emotion. “He’s my father. But it doesn’t change anything.” Leonardo's fists clenched at his sides, the tension in the room thickening with each passing second. "You conveniently left out the part about 'my father is a priest' and then asked me to kill him?" His voice was low, simmering with barely restrained anger. "Do you realize what you could have started? A religious movement? A war?" Ricardo’s jaw tightened. “I know,” he admitted, his voice steady, but there was a flicker of regret in his eyes. That flicker wasn’t enough to stop Arya. She moved quickly, her hand connecting with Ricardo’s face in a stinging slap. The sound echoed in the room, freezing everyone in place. “How dare you set us up?” she hissed, her eyes blazi
LIMA’S POV As the door clicked shut behind Arya, Lima lay still, staring up at the ceiling. The room felt unnervingly quiet, the silence pressing down on her like a weight. She wasn’t used to this—a silence that wasn’t laced with hidden threats or masked intentions. Kindness, she thought bitterly. What am I supposed to do with that? It was easier to deal with anger, with betrayal. Those were things she knew, things she could fight against or manipulate. But kindness? That was dangerous in a way she wasn’t prepared for. It slipped under her defenses, making her feel things she wasn’t ready to face. Why did she help me? Lima’s mind raced, trying to make sense of Arya’s actions. She wasn’t naïve enough to believe it was out of pure goodness. People didn’t just do things like that, not in her world. There had to be a catch, something she was missing. But even as she tried to convince herself of this, a small voice inside her whispered otherwise. Arya’s kindness had been genui
Arya saw him standing by the door, waiting for her to return. She could tell he was furious; the quiet intensity in his posture was impossible to miss. She knew he was upset about her caring for Lima—someone who had tried to come between them. But Arya also knew she couldn’t let the opportunity to reach Lima in her vulnerable state slip away. She needed to save her, and deep down, she hoped Leonardo would understand. “Leo…” she began, her voice soft and pleading. “We’re heading to the cabin,” he muttered, his voice low and cold, sending a chill down her spine. He opened the door and held it for her to pass through. As they made their way to the car, she noticed the rigid set of his shoulders, the way he barely glanced in her direction. When they reached the vehicle, Leonardo stopped the driver from opening the door. “Don’t bother, I’ll drive,” he said curtly. The driver swallowed hard and nodded, stepping aside to let him take over. Leonardo opened the passenger seat for A