It was like the second we walked through those doors, Leonardo became a completely different person. He had a wide smile on his face and the stiffness in his shoulders was long gone. I was both confused and frightened because I'd never seen anything like it. Until a chubby little girl who can't be older than five years old screamed and ran towards him, her arms wide open as she squealed in delight at the sight of her father.
I stood awkwardly and the guns hidden under the waistband of my jeans, felt like they weighed a ton. I felt like I was intruding on a private moment as I cleared my throat and watched as he ran his fingers through her long hair and she cooed in response, talking happily away to her father.
He said something to her before he pointed at me, "this is my friend," he said to her and she frowned as she looked at me before a small smile appeared on her face, "her name's Leti."
I wanted to kick him in the groin for saying that but chose to give an awkward smile to the girl, which I'm sure looked like a grimace instead.
"Why don't we do some business over some lunch?" he suggested to me as he already began to walk ahead of me and I stood still in the same spot, not trusting this man at all and wondering how the hell I even got here in the first place. I needed to leave.
"Well, are you going to follow me?" He asked me as he stopped walking and turned back to look at me, and so did his daughter as she placed her head on his shoulder and watched interestingly.
"No," I said bluntly and I saw him grin.
"The formal dining room is right here," he pointed in a certain direction and I sighed before I let my legs move. If he pulled anything, his daughter will be the first to go; whether I like it or not.
I walked into the formal dining room which was the grandest dining room I've ever seen in my life but I didn't have the time to dwell on the expensive looking furniture or the amazingly designed room. Not when I could be killed at any second. I was inside the house of the man who'd killed my brother right in front of me.
"Have a seat," he said to me and I looked around the table, seeing that it was already covered in all kinds of food and I snarled. I decided to take a random seat, on the other side of the long table, furthest away from him and I watched as his daughter settled in on his lap and looked at me with a now stoic expression. It was chilling.
He clapped his hand and a lady walked into the dining room before she placed a white envelope right besides my plate and I looked at the lady before I stared right into her soul but she just blinked and walked out of the room.
"Contracts are like blood promises to me. I always take them very seriously, especially if they have my signature on them. That over there is going to be mine and your contract binding us together for the next 12 months."
I picked up the contact, "it's only half a page," I said suspiciously.
"I'm not going to give you T's and C's, Leti," I glared at him for saying my name, "I get straight down to business. It states that you will be trained by me, personally, and that you'll work for me, as my bodyguard and driver. Our contract will end on this very day next year, and well, you know what's going to happen then, don't you?" He asked me rhetorically and I remembered him saying that I'll be the one behind his death.
"I don't believe you," I said as I put the paper down.
"I think you should, Leti, I won't go through all of this trouble simply to end you. If I wanted you to be dead, I'd have killed you by now. My entire house is surrounded by hitmen. My hitmen could've sent a bullet straight to your head or your heart the second we were even a kilometre from reaching my house. All I had to do was glance in their direction, and they would've acted. But they didn't. When you entered my house, you entered my cage and I could've slit your throat right at that door and before my daughter walked out to me, your body would've been dragged away with no trace of you. Again, you wouldn't have even made it to the dining room, let alone to eat with me and my daughter, but you have. Now, sign that contract so we can get started."
I looked at the contract and looked over the words, it has everything that he said it did and I looked around nervously. How did I get here? Why did I let myself get here? What's wrong with me?
I could die if I don't sign it, but then again, I could die if I did. What game is this man trying to play? I could never outsmart him, he's been doing this for who knows how long, and I just walked in here right now.
Begrudgingly with shaking hands, I picked up the pen and signed the contract, feeling like I was selling my soul to the devil. I sighed and placed the pen down and looked at Leonardo as he smiled at me.
"Great, let's eat," he said as his daughter already had her mouth open and filled with grapes and I looked down at my plate.
What if the food is poisoned? "The food isn't poisoned," he chuckled like he knew what I was thinking.
"I don't trust you," I said to him and he just shrugged.
"Then have some fruit, you really could use it," he said to me and I shook my head but my evil stomach growled loudly and he nudged his daughter and she grabbed her plate of fruit and climbed off his lap before she walked around the huge table and set her plate of fruit in front of me.
I sighed but reached in for the grapes that she was eating and popped one in my mouth.
"You can have some water too," Leonardo said as he pointed to a big jug of water. Can someone poison water? I don't think so. I reached for it and poured some water into a glass before I gulped down that water. I'd been thirsty the entire day and I was now coming down from that unexplainable high.
"You must've been thirsty," he said and I looked at him before I nodded, swallowing and blinking several times. I turned to look at his daughter and she was stumbling towards her father...wait does this man have twins? Because I'm seeing two of his daughter.
"The food wasn't poisoned, Leti," Leonardo slurred and I struggled to breathe or even keep my eyes open as I tried to stand up and run but my body felt weak, dizzy and very sleepy, "but the water was," he chuckled, "good night," and night it became because my world turned black.
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"Ah, there we go, come alive," I frowned at the close voice and struggled to open my eyes."What's going on?" I mumbled out but it sounded like gibberish because all of my words were s
Change is inevitable, we change every year, every month, every day and every second. You aren’t the same person that you were when you woke up this morning and you have either become a better person or far worse. In my case, I have become the worst version of myself. Perhaps not myself, but the worst version of a ghost- shadow, that I could be.
In the time that I have been bound to Leonardo, I have come to learn a lot from him and learn a lot about him. Arrigo Gabriele Leonardo is a very powerful man who holds a high position in the Leonardo Mafia and for that reason he doubts every single person he comes across and every man that works for him. So he has taken to confiding in me because I am in the literal sense, his slave. Since I have become his human diary, I know everything that there is to know about Arrigo.
I’m not too certain what I had expected Salvatore Leonardo to be because truthfully I didn’t care for my imagination. I’ve trained my mind to only think about what was important and even though meeting Salvatore took on a majority part in my mind because this was important to Leonardo; his personality and aura was none of my business. Yet even with being trained so well by Leonardo, Salvatore Leonardo was suffocating.
I just looked at him. I only conversed when Leonardo gave me instruction and judging from Salvatore's playful mood, he seemed to like it when I didn't talk.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I snapped as I entered Salvatore's private office where he lazily lounged in a chair, cocaine and pills all over his desk as his blood shot eyes looked my way, a smirk on his lips.
Leonardo was acting strange...he was acting strangely possessive and paranoid. He kept pacing up and down the room as I was getting ready for the morning and I was wondering what the problem could be."Is there someone that you want me to kill, Leonardo?" I asked him, my eyes on his figure that stood still when I finally spoke up. He'd been pacing up and down for more than an hour and I know he's strong and athletic, but his legs must hurt somehow."Don't even look at him, do you understand?" he snapped at me and I blinked, but I knew who he was talking about already, Salvatore.I nodded my head, indicating my understanding."Stay away from him," he further added and I nodded again."I've decided to cut this visit short," Leonardo told me as he walked up to me and looked down at me as I sat on t
Salvatore left as soon as he snuck into Leonardo’s bedroom; said what he said and walked out like nothing happened while I sat up on the bed, straightening up and acted like nothing happened as well. I knew that if Leonardo found out, he'd go crazy, if his previous reaction is anything to go by.Leonardo kept true to his word, as soon as he was done with breakfast he was in the room, holding my suitcase as we walked off to his private plane that was parked in the backyard of Salvatore's home.On the ride back to his home in Milan, he didn't say a word to me throughout the ride, he only ordered the pilot to stop once in Florence for me to pick up some food and eat breakfast.For some reason I felt powerful, strangely very powerful. Not the kind of powerful that I feel whenever I take a life, but the kind of powerful where I knew I had an effect on two very powerful m