We were laying in his large bathtub, my back on his chest, his arms around my body as he held me close and his lips left kisses along my neck and shoulder. I bathed in his attention and let him treat me as though I were fragile. I can't lie and say I wasn't enjoying the attention he was giving me. Our whole day yesterday was spent with us going rounds after rounds. I can remember the feel of his skin beneath my fingers as I scratched along his back and screamed out his name.I have to give it to Leonardo, he knows what he's doing and I enjoyed every second of it. He filled me up in more ways than one and right now, my throat hurt from all of the screaming.I just wanted to lay in this tub, surrounded by these bubbles and rose petals forever. I loved the feel of his arms around my body as he held me close and I especially loved the feel of his naked body."Is this wh

"Salvatore," I breathed out as I looked up at him. Even though I saw him over 24 hours ago, it felt like I hadn't seen him in years. Sadly, I'd missed him. I looked over his features, finding myself getting lost in his dark and evil eyes that pierced into my soul.

After that fateful day, things went back to normal. It was like Salvatore was a storm who came and caused wreckage in our lives and the second that he left, Leonardo and I picked up the pieces and rebuilt whatever we had before.Life went back to normal, I went back to being Unicorn, the real Unicorn and Leonardo went back to being Leonardo. We fell back into our old routine of not being in each other's way unless he called for me. It's been two weeks since then, and I've fallen back into my daily routine.Except today, Leonardo and I were going to check on some of his shipment and distribute it while we're at the harbour. Just like we used to do before, I'm sitting in the driver's seat of his Rolls Royce Sweptail, driving towards one of his many private harbours and he's sitting in the passenger seat, peacefully drinking his brandy as he looks out of his window.I'

I walked towards Leonardo's bedroom wanting to speak to him about my ammunition. I'd ran out of bullets yesterday morning and he hasn't replaced them and that to me is a very big issue because that hinders my training. I stood at his bedroom door hoping that I wouldn't walk into anything strange or R rated because I really just wanted to say what I needed to say and walk out.I pray he won't be in that sad mood, as much as I knew that I should let him be, he needs to man up. He's been locked up in his room for two days, he needs to pull his socks up and deal with what he did those years ago and let it go.I know that sounds rich coming from me, but how long will he hold this in? How long will he keep this burden of guilt? He should try to spend as much time with his daughter as possible and raise her to be the best that she can be.But hey, what do I know? I'm not i

 The two were still sucking up to me and apologizing because even two days later my face was still marked. Of course it wasn't as dark as it was before, but it was taking way longer to come off even though I was bathing and scrubbing my face close to four times a day. I was milking their guilt though. Breakfast in bed, I don't have to lift a finger for anything in the house and Leonardo has dismissed me from doing any kind of work. So this is like the vacation I've always needed but never got the chance to ask for. "It seems to be coming off a whole lot now," Leonardo said as he and Bennie watched me eat the breakfast that they brought for me. Yes, I call her Bennie now, because her full name is a mouthful and she seems to really like the nickname because even Leonardo is calling her Bennie so it's clearly catchy. "You look a lot better," Bennie agreed with her father and I shrugged as I looked at the two, s