It Was Me Dio Novels & Stories

"Treat your wound first. I'll take care of it myself." Rainer nodded. He looked back at the cat under the table. That bastard thing was showing fangs at him. ***

It was Jones Hardy again but this time he was with two of his crew members, Tom and Brandon. "How many times do I need to warn you? Stop intruding my space, Lefty!" Jones said with a frown. "But we came here first". Matthew said in defense. Jones shoved him to the side. He almost fell and bumped into Zion. "Shut your trap, you little brat!" Jones ordered and faced a now very frightened Jason. Chris who was standing behind Jason shifted to the side immediately. Jones held Jason tightly by the collar of his shirt and shoved him to the ground.

“I know” "After everything we went through, I never thought I'd be able to trust you. I never thought I’d want to trust you. I wanted to try, but I didn't know if it was worth it. But then everything happened with Ford. And you just. You stayed. You held me. You let me cry, and snot up your clothes. You laid there in silence with me for hours. You let me be broken, but you were there picking up my pieces. I guess I just didn’t realize. Ax- I am so grateful for you. You make me feel safe. The safest ive ever felt." I close the space between us, taking the final step. “I really am happy you’re my mate”

Leonardo's POV I walk down the flight of stairs of the private jet and take off my sunglasses. The hot Cali sun hits my eyes instantly and I squint. "Welcome back, kid!" Mickie exclaims, standing at the bottom of the stairs. "Feels good to be back, Manager," I grin. Arms open wide, she embraces me. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but... I missed you, Leonardo." I fake a gasp, pulling away in the most dramatic way. "You missed me? Damn, I should probably record you saying this, and make it my ringtone."

I let out a breath I didn't even realise i was holding, up until now. Suddenly my phone buzzed on the dashboard breaking the eerie silence that filled my car, the screen lit up with a message from Rico Montelli. I glanced at it briefly, reading the simple message: *"Take care of it."* No elaboration. No need. Rico was a man of few words, but his intentions were always clear. Either I handled Luca, or he would handle me.

After a quick apology, Nathaniel, ever the gentleman, still insisted on driving me home. When I hesitated, he chuckled lightly. "Jennifer, don't be polite with me. If my mom finds out I didn't see you home, I'll be in trouble." Thinking of how much Mrs. Barlowe always doted on me, I could not bring myself to refuse him. Before we even reached my building, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Marcella's alternate account. She sent me a video. I meant to watch it later, but just as the car rolled over a speed bump, my finger slipped, and the video opened.

If the handsome man was giving a code that Diana was the only woman he loved. Secretary Diana is giving a code that she feels fine witnessing the intimacy of the husband and wife. *** At another place. Viona is being dressed by a make-up artist. However, the make-up artist was annoyed by Viona's behavior, who always grabbed make-up tools from his hands. "Beautiful miss, please stop and let me do my job first, alright?" "Sorry, pretty uncle, Vio won't look good when Bio gets dressed up by other people. Later Vio's beautiful face will become ugly again."

he feeds me the details. It was as if I saw a lot of hearts in my eyes when he mentioned that and I immediately smiled. "I said those brands and a smile quickly appeared on your face while you hurt me when you first saw me. What a bitch Cassandra Monasterio." he couldn't believe what he said I just laughed. "Too much drama Rozzemick Fuederigo" I state. He laughed and gave me a hug. "Welcome back" I said with happiness this time and hug him back.

I nod my head in response and say, "Yeah that's my mom." "Holy shit. Your mom is like the best designer I've ever seen," Sarah gushes. I smile. "Thanks. I will surely deliver the message to her." Zach interrupts us. "Sorry, but Taylor and I have somewhere to head to." I look at him gratefully; I could always count on him to get me out of situations I didn't want to be in. With that we walk away, and I say, "I should thank you for saving me."

The alpha shouldn’t even be interfering with his own people. In the end, he sighed exasperatedly and snatched it off of the table. His jaw is clenching as curiosity also brewed in him. He shouldn’t even be doing this, accusing an omega when he’s an omega himself? But there’s only one way to know if it’s true of not.