•Innocence•

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Leonardo's POV

I fucked up, bad.

My anger got the best of me and I did something I regret something I should have never even done, something I should have never even thought of doing.

Why did I strangle her!

I run my hand through my hair, my chest tightened in anger and disbelief with myself. For once in a very long time, I felt guilt.

I am beyond angry with myself.

After our argument, I went down to my office. Just so I can give her some alone time before I come back to go to bed.

I mean at this rate, I don't know if I'll come back to go to bed.

I stumble over to my bar fridge, and get out the whiskey, snatching up a glass and pouring some.

I need this.

I've been so fucking stressed lately, but that ain't no excuse to be treating my girl like that, hell thats my future wife for fuck sakes.

I run my sweaty palm down my face, but wince when it comes in contact with the new scratch I got down my cheek.

I'm so glad they are dead, and I left with nothing but a scratch, that blood all over my shirt, that was theirs, not mine.

I bring the glass cup to my lips taking a big sip.

The satisfaction I get as the whiskey goes down my throat is more than enough to calm me down.

I drink the entire thing in one go, slamming the glass down and re filling it again.

I shouldn't be drinking this much.

This is the last one I'll have.

I take the glass and go and sit behind my desk.

I killed Elias and his two mutts, but I know he wasn't the only one behind this mess.

And I need to fucking find out who it was, my mother is still missing!

I run my hand down my face self consciously.

I slam my fist onto the table, standing up from my seat.

Shoving my hands into my suit pockets I pace around my office, trying to desperately think of ideas to fix this.

How do I get my mother back!?

How do I fix what I ruined between me and my girl?

I open the door and storm out, with long quick strides I make my way to the garage.

I rummage through my pockets finding my keys, I take them out to find the key that opens the case to all my car keys which sits in the corner of my garage.

I open the case, and snatch up the key to my fastest car, my black and red Bugatti Veyron.

I storm over to the car, opening it up, and hopping in, I shove the key into the ignition, the car roars to life for the first time in a while.

I rarely use this car.

I open the garage door with the click of a remote, I make a quick double check to my waist band, making sure I didn't leave my gun, and knife inside on accident.

Slightly pushing my foot down into the gas pedal, I guide the car out of my garage.

The steering wheel in one hand, my phone in the other as I plug my phone into the cars Bluetooth system, I need to dial Antonio.

If my men can't find her, and sort this shit out for me, then Antonio and I will have to do it ourselves.

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