All Chapters of His Donna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 13

Leo’s POVThe Glass Chamber was my sanctuary, the one place in the entire mansion where silence obeyed me. The soft hum of the chandelier above cast pale gold reflections against the dark marble table, the smell of oak and old whiskey mixing with the faint burn of cigar smoke that never seemed to fade, no matter how many times the maids aired the room. I poured myself a drink, the amber liquid swirling lazily in the glass like it had all the time in the world, unlike me.The memory of Nora’s trembling voice still echoed in my head, her arguing, her eyes flashing with something that wasn’t fear but defiance. She’d pushed, and I’d snapped. I shouldn’t have. I knew that. But I couldn’t stand anyone, especially her poking around in things she didn’t understand.I leaned back in the chair, the leather creaking softly beneath me, and took a long sip. The whiskey burned all the way down, just the way I liked it.The door opened without a knock. Only one person had that kind of boldness in m

Leo’s POVCastello Nero.Even after all these years, the place still carried the scent of history and sin. It sat at the edge of the Amalfi cliffs, carved into the mountain like an old god watching over the sea. Every stone seemed to breathe with memories of blood spilled and vows made. The kind of place that didn’t just witness power, it demanded it.I arrived just before midnight with Luca and Damien. The drive had been long and silent, the kind of silence that says everything. As our convoy approached the wrought iron gates, the guards straightened instantly. The gates opened with a heavy groan, and the night air hit my face like ice. I had been here a hundred times before, but tonight felt different. Heavier.Don Alberto didn’t summon the clans unless something had gone wrong. And when the godfather called, you came. No excuses.Inside, the great hall of Castello Nero looked exactly as I remembered it, gold chandeliers burning low, the scent of cigars and old wood mixing in the ai