Chapter 18. Dancing on the edge

Leandro's pov

“Keep her locked in her room, she's grounded until I say otherwise,” I said to Rollo without sparing a glance at Natalia whose shoulders had slumped.

We were back home and lord fucking knows how angry I was and still am.

Saving Natalia from the godfathers was an impulsive action driven by some random instincts I had.

But getting to save her and then realizing that Annabelle was the mastermind behind everything icked my balls.

What the fuck would have happened if I didn't show up?!

“Alright boss,” Rollo nodded, dragging a shocked Natalia up the flight of stairs.

I let out a sigh and with faltering steps made my way to Annabelle's room. We needed to talk, this wasn't just about Natalia, that I could tell.

Though she might be right about me going all soft on Natalia, a damn mistake caused by the sickening need my cock has for her.

But still. It's not enough reason for her to act so callously. Especially in the presence of the godfathers and other reputable guest