Alle Kapitel von Their Rivalry: Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 40

Private Island, Philippines ~ Leonardo’s POV A light knock on the door to my study drew my attention. Leila strolled in holding a large rectangular package.“You sure you’ve inspected that thing for a bomb?” I joked, turning back to the screen of the new MacBook I had ordered for.Miguel and Ellie had succeeded in dealing with the disappearances. I had requested that they send me a full report on everything, but their reply was still pending. They hadn’t answered my calls or texts in days. I tried not to worry, agreeing with Ava when she suggested that they might be busy.“Very funny.” She replied dryly, “It’s the painting you ordered for, should I hang it with the rest?” She asked, unwrapping it slightly for me to have a peek.It was a gold framed painting of the waterfall, Ava staring mesmerized at it, my arm around her waist and kissing her on the cheek from behind. Leila had taken the perfect photograph, and it had been transformed into an amazing painting.“Leave it here.” I gest

Madrid, Spain ~ Leonardo’s POV The Italian Don, Federico and I were in my father’s office contemplating our next move. None of us had gotten any proper sleep since the news of my wife’s disappearance.The jet had been found, well, pieces of it. Henry had found Leroy, unfortunately, but there had still been no sign of Ava. Miguel even informed me that a guy had found Amaia’s remains.A part of me was beginning to think the situation was hopeless, that we’d never find her. We hadn’t been able to get any information from Leroy because Henry had taken him straight to England for medical attention.My thoughts were interrupted by a ringing phone. Federico answered the call then put it on speaker. It was Eli.“You guys have to see this. Come over to Cami’s workspace.” He stated then ended the call.We wasted no time. The four of us left my father’s office for Cami’s place. Miguel, Camilla, and the twins were huddled behind Camilla’s laptop watching something. Their expressions revealed that

London, England ~ Ava’s POV The cold air bit at my exposed skin, causing me to shiver involuntarily and wrap the black fur coat tighter around me. A lot had gone down in a spun of six months, I had forgotten that the day of my birth had been around the corner. Today was that day, the first of December. Thirty days away from the annual masquerade ball.I had woken up on Leonardo’s bed in the De Los Santos Villa days ago to receive the news that Leroy had not made it out. His body, along with my mother’s, Clifford’s, Andrei’s and many others had been found mangled and almost unrecognizable. Leroy’s death required that we returned to London for his burial.*Flashback*I woke up to find my father at my bedside. In his hand was a three-layered red velvet cake decorated with white roses. Everyone else stood surrounding us with forced smiles. I climbed out of bed and forced a smile of my own.My father asked me to make a wish, and I knew what I wanted was the one thing he couldn’t grant. No

Madrid, Spain ~ Leonardo’s POVI waited for Ava to enter and close the door behind her. I had called a meeting in my study concerning the mafia. The ball was twenty days from now, and I had to ensure that we remained at the top. So far, the only thing we’d accomplished was merging with the English and killing two members of Bratva.Miguel had raised his concerns about why the Russian mafia hadn’t retaliated yet. It was either the deceased were useless to them, or they were just biding their time for when it was opportune.The introduction of Camilla’s weapons at the ball could grant us the recognition and respect we were after, but Ava clearly expressed that no such thing should occur. Camilla’s weapons would remain a secret as it gave us an advantage over the other mafias.The thing was, we needed to get our heads back in the game quickly. Our mafias were now one, meaning if the Spanish mafia dropped in rank, we might go down taking the English mafia with us. That would cost us a lot

Madrid, Spain ~ 3rd Person’s POVVladimir adjusted his tie once more then put on his jacket. He had left his hair overgrown and messy, just the way he liked it. The haircut he had as Leroy only made him look like an angel, and he was far from that. Everyone referred to the Russian Boss as the devil’s incarnate, a legacy in Bratva.He had taken off the coloured contacts that had made his naturally coal black eyes look sort of brown. His jaw was a bit more chiselled and defined now, giving him a manlier look. At first glance, no one would recognize him as Leroy, unless the person took a second glance.“I assume you’ll not be attending the meeting with Ava.” Markus said after taking in Vladimir’s appearance.“Yes, and neither will Nikita. We’re returning to Russia to start planning for the masquerade ball. Do well to send a goodbye notice to Leonardo after you’ve spoken with Ava.” He replied.Clearing his throat and adjusting his collar, Markus asked, “How sure are you that she’s going to