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Chapter 14
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.
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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
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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
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"What are you doing, Leonardo?" I asked as I returned to my bedroom only to find my bedroom door wide open and Leonardo walking around it and throwing all of my clothes recklessly into a suitcase. I wanted to punch him in the throat for the disrespect but I just stood there and looked at him."Do you honestly think I'm going to just let you sleep here with Salvatore in the room across the hall?" he asked me incredulously, like I was being silly for thinking that he would let me sleep in my own bedroom.I fought not to furrow my eyebrows in irritation, "so where will I be sleeping, Leonardo?" I asked him as he moved up and down my room like a crazed man.He looked at me like the answer was so obvious, "with me, in my bedroom," he told me as he ran his hand wildly through his hair before he managed to squeeze all of my clothes into the three suitcases and then zipped them up."Help me wit
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"You think you're in control, baby cousin, but you're not," Salvatore chuckled as he lifted the plastic teacup, putting it to his lips as he took sips of the imaginary tea that Benedetta made for us.I clenched my jaw, wanting to throw this plastic table over and watch it hit him in the face but I held back because Benedetta wouldn't be the least bit impressed and would probably chew my ear off, "Salvatore go enjoy some of your American whores," I told him, responding to him in French so that Benedetta wouldn't understand.Salvatore liked many women but he had this unhealthy obsession with American women. He's always told me they were really nothing special, he just liked to use them as he desired because they were much easier to bed than women from anywhere else in the world."Who says I won't?" he replied, speaking in French German. That's what happened whenever he and I talked in front of other people, w
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