•Innocence•

•24•Eavesdropping•

Leonardo's POV

This girl is all I can fucking think about, before bed, when I wake up everywhere I go.

And after that phone call, I just couldn't wait I had to shorten my trip, now I'll be back home in a few days instead of another week.

She is such a tease, and after the things she said she deserves to be punished, bad.

I just can't get enough of her..

And now that I got her, I ain't ever letting her go.

She's mine now, mine to fuck, mine to tease, mine to feed and keep heathy shes mine.

And I'm going to fucking make her know that.

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"Don." Antonio calls my name as he enters my holiday office.

I look up from my computer, giving him a glance.

Antonio is a very wise and intelligent man, that's why when ever he says my name like that, I know it's going to be fuck'in  serious.

He huffs, walking further into the room shutting the door behind him, he makes his way over to a chair in front of my desk, and calls into it pushing his brief case onto my desk.

I watch intently as his hands go to the zipper and he opens it.

"What is it Antonio." I snap getting impatient.

He makes a humming noise as he takes out a paper envelope and hands it to me.

"What the fuck is this?" I ask alerted, I don't know if I even want to open it.

"A letter what the fuck did you think it was." He sharply responds a hint of humour in his tone.

"You fuck'in tell me cunt, that's why I asked." I give him a serious look.

My thumb runs across the cursive writing on the envelope.

"I presume it's a letter from who ever the
Anonymous person is who is sending you threats." He states as pushes his glasses up his nose.

I don't comment, I look back down.

'Leonardo Marino,' is what is written on the front of the note, only very few people dare to call me by my name without permission.

I dig my finger into the lip of the envelope and I rip the note open, out falls a picture that fell the bank side down. And a written  note inside.

Another picture? I don't want to fucking know what it is this time, it wasn't fucking good last time.

But what is more concerning is how the fuck did they know to send the note here?

I flip the image, and to my surprise it's a picture of my mother, she happens to be tied up to a chair, in what I picture is a basement. The basement has a few splats of blood on the walls, and my mothers eye is blacked, she also has a busted lip.

Her bra strap is falling off her shoulder as I notice they have striped her from most her clothes.

In the back ground of the image I notice two shadows of men.

These men in the shadows could be important, they could be the people behind the image.

What the actual fuck?

"Look at this shit," I yell, shoving the picture in Antonio's face.

"I wasn't expecting anything less, what are we going to do about it, we don't have many leads on who this is just yet." Antonio asks linking his hands in front of him as he leans back in the seat.