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DeliaI didn't know what to say. My hands were shaking bad… what would I say.He suspect me.“I….I… was having a running stomach and so I stayed in the bathroom for a while to just um…relieve myself.The look on his face showed that he didn't trust my words but just let it go anyways.“Come downstairs for dinner. I have something to discuss with you."With that he walked out leaving me standing there fuming with guilt and anger.When he left along with the maid, I slumped on the bed relieved that I wasn't caught.I knew I needed to tread carefully as if Leandro finds out, he wouldn't hesitate to have me killed or worse feed my flesh to his pets.DINNERWe ate in one of his private spots - low lights, wine, and the place smelled like money and bad decisions.He poured me a glass.“I shouldn’t have let the maid get so close,” he said.“That’s your apology?”He gave me a look.“I said I’d apologize. Not beg.”I rolled my eyes and took a sip.Still… the tension between us was different n

DELIAJust then, the surgeon stepped into the hallway.Not just him—three other doctors followed behind, still in scrubs, still wearing the exhaustion of hours spent fighting for Leandro’s life.We all froze.Matteo shot to his feet so fast the chair slid back and hit the wall.I couldn’t breathe.The surgeon removed his gloves, his expression serious… but not broken.My heart leaped.“He survived,” the surgeon said.My knees almost buckled.Matteo exhaled like someone had been holding his head underwater.But then the surgeon continued:“It was not an easy operation. He lost a dangerous amount of blood. The bullet damaged part of his lower lung and nearly punctured his heart.”I covered my mouth as tears blurred my vision.“But…”the surgeon gave the smallest, tired smile,“…he fought. Hard. Harder than most patients in his condition. He refused to let go.”That sounded exactly like Leandro.Stubborn. Quietly angry. Fighting even unconscious.“Can we see him?” I whispered.“Not yet,

DeliaThe man closest to the barrel swallowed hard.“O-Okay, okay!” he shouted. “We’ll talk! Put the gun down!”“I’ll put it down,” I said sweetly, “when someone explains why you idiots turned the warehouse into a WWE match.”The biggest guy bald head, thick neck, chest like a fridge lifted his hand tremblingly.“It was Berto,” he said, glaring at the man beside him. “He was refusing to unload the shipment.”Berto, the troublemaker with the loudest mouth earlier, snapped back, “Because it wasn’t MY job today! Luca was supposed to handle it, but Luca didn’t show up!”Luca rolled his eyes. “My wife was in labor, dumbass!”Berto grunted, “YOU HAVE LIKE FIVE WIVES!”“Not the point!” Luca yelled.Another man jumped in, “And then Berto threw a crate at me-”“Because he insulted my mother!” Berto snapped.“I said your mother makes great empanadas! THAT WAS A COMPLIMENT!”The entire line started arguing again.I cocked the rifle.CLICK.Instant silence.I smiled calmly.“Wow,” I said, “I leav

LeandroPain burned through every vein in my body, but anger…Anger kept me awake.They dragged the last three suspects into the warehouse a cold, damp, concrete room far from the city. The kind of place where screams were swallowed by walls and never echoed outside.I stood in the center, shirtless, stitches pulling at my stomach, my breath unsteady.But my eyes were sharp. Cold. Alive.The men trembled.They thought I died.They thought Antonio won.They thought betrayal would go unnoticed.Idiots.I tightened the gloves on my hands.“Bring the first one,” I ordered.Two guards shoved a man forward Marco. He used to brag about how loyal he was. Used to smile like he was untouchable.Now he crawled.“B–Boss…” he stammered. “I would never betray you. I swear….”I kicked him across the jaw so hard he collapsed on his side.“Don’t call me boss,” I said. “Traitors don’t get that right.”He sobbed, hands shaking as he tried to sit up.“L-Leandro, please….”I crouched beside him, my voice

LEANDROPriyanka was shaking and making these weird sounds, like she was really broken. I let go of her face like she was dirty. "Take her," I told Matteo, not even looking at her again.Matteo dragged her out, and she was crying out like crazy. I stood up, slow and painful, feeling my stitches tear open, blood spreading on my shirt……while Delia stared at me like she was seeing a monster wearing a man’s skin.I didn’t care.I had to make them realize Delia, Priyanka, everyone that no one, no one, could walk into my home and threaten me using her.If she ever became a liability…If she ever dared cross a line…I wouldn’t hesitate to kill her.I’d kill anyone.My vision blurred for a moment. Pain ripped through my torso.Matteo returned.“They’ve escorted her out of the mansion, boss.”I nodded, jaw tight, breathing shallow.“Call… the doctor. Have him come here immediately.”Matteo hurried out.Delia finally breathed out, like she'd been holding it in. Her face was hard to read - was