•Innocence•

•19• Almost•

•Leonardo's POV•

I don't think a woman has ever made me this hard in my life.

The encounter I had with Arabella earlier is non stop playing in my head for the past few hours, the sound her moans are amazing.

The way she fell limp in my arms after her orgasm.

The images of her giving me head flow though my mind too, and I find my self finding it even more difficult to focus on my paper work.

Ever since taking over the Russian mafia, I have much more work to do, I've barely had time to leave my office, even for meals.

It's not as easy as it sounds, the Russian mafia did a lot of stupid things and a lot of their men don't want to work for me.

I've had to threaten them mainly using their families against them, they'll soon learn not to mess with a fucking Mafia leader.

stupidi idioti.

(Stupid idiots)

I've been receiving unknown threats from someone.

I've ordered my men to trace back the letters but they've been unsuccessful.

Some of the threats are so gruesome, I even received a picture of my dead brother all bloody and almost un recognisable.

Just thinking about it makes me clench my fists.

And for someone to have those photos Is odd, they had to have gotten them from the Russian mafia before I took over.

And It has to be another mafia, or even more than one. I even received a bomb that my men deactivated before it exploded.

And this means that person who's behind those notes knows where I live, and most of my men don't even know where I live, let alone even met me.

So that also could mean I have a rat in my estate.

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It's been almost two hours now, close to mid night, all I've been doing is signing papers mainly deals for weapon stocks, I need to get as much stock on guns and other things as fast as possible.

People like me have no choice but to take threats like these seriously.

I also confirm some drug shipments, before going through the forms on some of my men who have been killed in the last few days.

It's almost mid night, and I need to get some sleep, so I close my folders up and put them in a cabinet that I then lock.

I was about to get up to leave but my office door slams open revealing my father.

How did he even get in my estate?

I sit further back in my chair eying him, he has such a punchable face.

"Son." He strides in the room taking a seat on one of the chairs in front of my desk.

"What?" I respond as much as I hate my father, I wouldn't disrespect him.

"Your 28, turning 29 and your not married, either I arrange for you to be married or you hurry up and find someone yourself." He growls resting his hands on the desk in front of him.

Excuse me? He don't come in my estate and talk to me like that.

"I'm far from ready to wed father." I frown giving him a glare.

"Well this is the mafia, you need a wife for your heir son."

He is right about that.

"You have one month to get engaged or I'll arrange for a marriage for you." I shoot him a glare, my hands balling up into fists, I stay quiet though.