•Innocence•

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Leonardo Marinos POV

I'm so fucking hungry, and I could definitely devour a mean fucking steak right now.

But unfortunately I have other things I need to do, I ain't got no time to go out and get a steak.

After Arabella's punishment, her pussy was so fucking red and over stimulated even I knew, but I did not regret it, not one bit.

She looked so fucking pretty all flustered and embarrassed.

She deserved it, and now I've sent her off to do some maids work seeing as though she's had a good few weeks off of her duties, and they need some help out there.

But also so I can show her, her place in this estate.

Last week, I had sent one of my men to that meet up spot with the 200,000$ to get my mother back.

But the man I sent never came back, and the 200k was missing, I was beyond furious, but I knew there's nothing I can do but try and find the guy.

I'm not sure if he is dead, or if he had turned on me or is kidnapped, but what ever it is, I lost 200,000$

I paste around my bed room, trying to think of my next move, I left it for a week because I didn't know how to act or wether my mother would just turn up on my door step.

But she hasn't and I need to do something.

Surprisingly my father hasn't made his way in here just yet, but by my luck he'll be here today. I can feel it.

There ain't no point on passing around the room, I should get to work.

And I was alerted that the results for the writing on the envelope have came back and they may know who it is.

And the only reason I have for not opening the envelope is that I've been to wrapped up in my little Maid.

She makes me weak, I can't keep doing this I have a fucking mafia to run, and it most definitely won't run itself.

I adjust my suit and walk out of the room at a fast paste. I show nothing but authority as people cower into the corner as I walk fast them.

Fear, it makes people so weak.

I finally reach my office, I haven't been in there for a while. Because I have been too busy with my kitten or dealing with other business.

I dig my key into the lock, the lock turns into the place and I open the door.

To my surprise my father is sitting in my chair, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

I purse my lips in a tight line, this was the last person I wanted to see, but I expected him.

I walk into the room, slamming the door shut behind me, the loud sound must have echoed through the house, I had slammed that door pretty damn hard.

I stumble over to the bar fridge, neither of us had said a word yet, there only happened to be silence between us.

I notice a half empty whiskey bottle on the top of the fridge, I look over my shoulder at the man who is seated in my chair, I lifted a eye brow, shocked that he had drank so much.

He cleared his throat but didn't comment, I didn't push him to either, I just grabbed a glass and filled my cup to the top.

I grip the cup in my hand, slowly bringing it to my lips and taking a big sip, leaning against the wall besides the fridge.

My father turns to face me in the chair, "son." He starts to shift my eyes on to him as I give him a look to tell him to go on.

"You are weak, so weak that you haven't even found your own mother yet." His voice is laced with anger, I calmly place my glass onto the top of the fridge and walk over to him.