•Innocence•

•28•Anger•

Arabella's POV

Leonardo kissed me, Leonardo fucking kissed me!

I can not stop thinking about this morning, the way he made me have the best orgasm of my life, all the dirty words he said to me, but not only that, he kissed me afterwards!

I haven't even been able to do my duties correctly and on time today because I keep dozing off into my thoughts.

I also can't help but think, after this morning, is it going to be awkward between us?

If it's going to be awkward it's probably because I made it awkward, that's because I never know how to act! How am I supposed to act when a insanely hot man just kissed me who is also my boss, and the leader of a fucking mafia?

Exactly, not even you would know how to act. I think I might be going insane.

I just can't get the feeling of his lips against mine to disappear, and I just want to feel it again.

Maybe he'll kiss me tonight?

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Leonardo's POV

"I've tried Don, he traced the image and the writing, we even put the image through google!" Antonio starts, as he shoots me a sad look.

"Well fucking try harder!" I almost shout, frustration over taking me in the moment, even though deep down I know this isn't Antonio's fault.

"Yes of course Don, only the best for you! I'll hire some private investigators." I nod my head looking back down at some documents laid out on my desk.

I hear the door slam, indicating Antonio has left my room.

I've noticed over the last few days, ever since I've opened that envelope, I tend to get angry easier.

I cant help it, I'm just really stressed out. Everything time I think about I can never pin someone who could be behind the images and the notes, I don't know who I've upset.

Anyways, I need to make my way to the warehouse, I have to go and check on how my shipments have been coming in, and make sure no one who is working for me is stealing my stock.

Just as I put some papers into the draw of my desk, my father storms into my office slamming the door behind him.

As I look up I realised how bad he looks, his eyes tired and his clothes dirty, his hair covered in sweat, clearly he's stressed out.

"Son." He huffs I glare at him, I hate this man so much that I can't even find myself to feel even the smallest bit sorry for him.

I put one ankle over my knee leaning back in my chair, I send him a nod to indicate for him to continue what he was going to say.

He rushes over to a chair in front of me, seating himself down in the chair, I'm going to need someone to come in to clean that later, this man looks as though he hasn't had a shower in at least 4 days.

I can already smell his odour, I have to force myself to block my nose.

"Your mother, she is gone!" He yells, very distressed.

"I know, I received a note." I mention, getting up from my chair, heading over to my mini fridge.

"Whiskey?" I question him, sparing him a glance he nods his head.

I get out two glasses, opening the cap to a fresh bottle of whiskey, I start to pour the both of us a glass, over filling his as he seems to need it.

Whiskey always helps take the edge off when ever your stressed.