Chapter 4

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Yesterday

Leonardo POV:

I could feel her tiny body pressed up against my back making boxers tight.

'Where do you live princess?' I ask

'Uhhh this is the block I live in' she says. Pointing to a sophisticated estate. Just how I think she would live in.

I stop at the front of the street.

'Thank you uhh I realised I never got you name'
She mumbles

I chuckle slightly, I can't believe I never told her my name.

'Leonardo' I say

I suddenly see her cheeks turn a tint of red, A smirk rests on my face. I can't remember the last time I smiled this much she truly was a wonder.

I drive out to the suburbs. And head to my house, I'm not going to lie my house was massive. When your family are in the mafia it comes with a lot of luxuries such as money, but none of it is really worth it. The house:

I park my bike in my garage and head over to the house

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I park my bike in my garage and head over to the house.

'Mamme I'm home' I yell.

All of a sudden I see a little Italian lady pop her head of the kitchen door.

'Oh my sweet Leo how was school my sweet' she says

'It was fine mamme, now stop fussing me' ever since papa dies she was more touchy and caring I think she's getting a bit lonely.

'Wait a minute why are you back so late what have you been doing' she says sternly

'Nothing mamme, I just took a longer rout today'

'Hmmmm ok, I believe you' she says unsurely

I walk up to my room and slump on my bed. All of a sudden the phone rings

It's was my friend Sam, he was a real nutter always out partying. Even if he was a pain in the ass he was still my closest friend and we would never betray each other.

'Hey man, wanna hit the club tonight I heard they hired some new dancers, my friend said they were HOT'. He says

'Nah I'm not really feeling clubs anymore. I'm gonna be a mafia don soon I can't be caught in strip clubs. Number one, it would ruin my image. Number 2, I think we are better than that.

'Pahahahaha'

I start to hear him cracking up laughing on the phone

'Who is it?' He chuckles

'What?' I say I'm confusion

'Who was the lucky lady who made you so whipped, you have never said no to hitting the club even if it was for some drinks'

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