BOOK 1
Leonadas, The Don of the Italian Mafia, he was taught to be emotionless, cold, and to protect what was his. Whether it was his mafia or his family. It was his to protect. But what happens when a certain person comes and messes with his routi...
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I watch Leo go over the paper. It basically says, if there is a war with other mafias they will help, as allie's do, loaning weapons and men. It also states that warehouses, shipments of any kind are not to be touched without permitted.
I look up giving Royce a smile as he winks. I shake my head before moving on. Ivan looks at me with a thoughtful expression before realizing I'm looking at him and gives me a small smile, which I return.
Leo sighs before looking at me, I give him a reassuring nod before he looks at Ivan, he nods as well with a unspoken promise. He nods before holding out a hand for a pen.
I know he isn't asking me for a pen like that.
I sit back as he sighs again, moving for Royce to give him a pen. Once he signs, he slides the paper to Ivan. He signs as well then gives me back the paperwork.
"Alright, this is done. I'll give you your own copy of the signatures and that should be all." I say, standing up, watching as they do the same.
Ivan and Leo shake hands briefly as Royce and I say our goodbyes and he leaves. Leo and I go to leave but not before Ivan pulls my arm.
I look at the hand holding my arm before looking at him with an eyebrow raised, I raise a hand towards Leo as he starts to move to me.
"Did I really kill your baby?" His voice cracks a little as his face holds pain.
"Yes, you did." I say. I'm not going to sugarcoat it because that is the truth. Ivan did kill my baby and I would rather go through a hundred conversations like this than lose my child again.
"Kid, I'm-I'm so sorry." He stutters.
"I know, but sadly it doesn't change the fact that it happened." I say, placing my hand on his. I give it a gentle squeeze before walking away.
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"So...Roberts dead, we've settled the war between the Italians and Russians. How are you feeling?" Leo asks, rubbing his hands up and down my sides as we lay in the bathtub.
"I think I'm good. It's strange being so calm. How about you?" I say, taking a deep breathe.
"I couldn't be better. Actually, scratch that. We have too talk." He says in determination.
