Loved With No Bounds.

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 44

                                                                                 ~Ricco~

Leo and I walked to the bar next to the pool, where we sat in silence for a few seconds before he broke  it.  But despite my lack of interest to talk, I missed the kid.  I wouldn't tell him that, he didn't need to know. 

"Your house got broken into." He mumbles. 

 What the fuck? 

"What the hell do you mean my house got broken into? Firstly, which fucking house?" I narrow my eyes at him, to which he responds with a eye roll. 

"Russo Mansion." He says and I raise an eyebrow. 

"But we had the security system updated, we got more guards. How the hell  could anyone get in?" I rethink all the further steps we took after the shooting. The house was practically untouchable. 

"I don't know, but some shit went down and your father is oddly quiet." Leo says. 

"I see." 

"When did this happen and why the hell did I not know?" I ask him, he isnt even in my fucking mafia. 

"Right after you and Grace left." He says, taking a cogerette out. A break in was surprising, but Leo Laurent smoking? That's a fucking jawdropper. 

"What's up your ass?" I mumble. 

"I'll pass on the chit chat about me." he says. I narrow my eyes. 

"Stubborn assh-" 

"I fucked Madeline." He blurts out. 

"Congratulations?" I mumble.

"Fuck off." He scoffs, turning away from me. He's one hell of a friend, but he's so sturbbor. 

"I'm fighting the urge to shove your cigarette up your ass Laurent, what's with the melancholy behavior?" 

"I fucked Madeline, even though I told Izzi we're exclusive." Motherfucker. Only Leo would do some shit like that. 

"Does Izzi-" 

"No." He mumbles. 

I nod. Then my fist meets his jaw. He groans, holding onto the bar counter for his lost balance. 

"I deserved that." He mumbles and I nod again. Isabel is a pain, but she's also like my sister, and he fucked up so I had to. 

"You need to tell her." I tell him. 

"What the fuck? Have you lost your fucking mind?" He whisper yells like a clown. 

"Stop fucking whispering, no one can hear us and fine, don't tell her." I lean back on the chair and study his face, his eyebrows scrunch together and he shakes his head.

"But she needs to know." He says. 

"Why? Would you care if Madaline knew who you fucked?" 

"No. I wouldn't but Izzi- Izzi isn't Madeline." 

"Exactly." I tell him, signaling the bartender. 

--- 

"You know?"I gasp. 

Izzi shakes her head and my eyes widen, again. 

"Izzi!" I frown. Isabel just explained how she found out Leo slept with Madeline, a close family friend. We've known her forever. 

I watch as Isabel paces up and down the hotel room, wedding dresses are thrown in every direction. 

"What are you going to do?" I ask her and she shrugs her shoulders.