All Chapters of BOUND BY OBSESSION : Chapter 21 - Chapter 26

The mansion was unusually quiet as Leonardo sat in his study, his eyes fixed on the flickering flames in the fireplace. The tension from the docks still clung to him like a second skin, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was missing something crucial. Matteo had assured him that everything was secure, but something about the entire situation gnawed at his instincts. A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. "Come in," he called, his voice rougher than intended. The door creaked open, and Tony stepped inside—a trusted enforcer who had been with Leonardo for years. His loyalty had never been questioned, not once. Tony was dependable, sharp, and always two steps ahead when it came to security measures. "Boss," Tony greeted with a respectful nod. "I just checked the perimeter again—everything’s clear. I doubled the guards at the north entrance, just in case." Leonardo gave a slight nod, acknowledging the effort. "Good. Did Matteo report back from his patrol?" Tony’s jaw

Amara couldn’t shake the unease settling over her as she made her way back to her room. Matteo’s warning echoed in her head, but it wasn’t just his words that haunted her—it was the way he looked at her, as if he was fighting something within himself. She didn’t want to think about it. Matteo was complicated, but she couldn’t afford to get distracted. Not when Leonardo was still watching her every move like a hawk. The mansion felt colder than usual as she stepped inside, and she paused at the entrance, listening for any signs of life. Her pulse quickened when she heard voices coming from the dining room—Leonardo’s deep timbre unmistakable. Curiosity prickling at her, she moved closer, staying hidden by the archway. Leonardo was speaking to someone she didn’t recognize—a woman, laughing softly at something he said. Amara’s stomach twisted unexpectedly. She couldn’t see the woman’s face, but her voice was sultry, confident—the kind that made Amara’s skin prickle with irritation. Sh

Leonardo’s fists collided with Matteo’s jaw, sending him crashing into the metal railing. Blood dripped from Matteo’s split lip, but he didn’t fight back—just glared at Leonardo with a mix of defiance and hurt. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Matteo growled, wiping the blood from his mouth. Leonardo didn’t answer immediately, his breathing ragged, fury coursing through his veins. The docks had been raided. Again. Someone was feeding Dante information, and Leonardo was done playing nice. “You think I’m stupid?” Leonardo snarled, grabbing Matteo by the collar and slamming him against the wall. “Every move we make, he knows. How the hell does that happen?” Matteo grunted, his jaw set stubbornly. “You think it’s me? You think I’d betray you?” Leonardo’s grip tightened, his knuckles white. “You’re always where you shouldn’t be. Always asking questions. Always too close when things go wrong.” Matteo forced himself to laugh, though pain etched his features. “You’ve lost your mind.