•Innocence•

•56• a close call.•

•Leonardo's POV•

I stared up to her, expecting her to say anything, anything at all, but she looked to be dozed off, I mean I did just bombard her with a lot of information I was hiding so I guess I can't blame her.

And I feel horrible for it.

I don't even understand why I did such a thing, why do I think like this?

I run my hand down my hot face.

Im scared to even know her response I want to know what she is thinking about though, and what her thoughts would be on children and when.

Because that's a must, unfortunately..

But I don't want to rush her into anything.

She's probably even more scared now knowing that her future children at least one of them will be a future mob boss.

"I-I believe you of course Leon." She finally says, I instantly feel so much more relieved, I had been over thinking this conversation for a very, very, very long time.

"And of course I love you too, you make me feel butterflies every time I'm around you, I still get nervous around you." She giggled I cracked a smile, standing up from the bed wrapping my arms around her.

I never want to let go of her ever.

••

This time I left Ara in our room and went down stairs by myself.

But when I got back into my office I open the door to find the room empty when I step inside, what the fuck?

This is fucking weird.

Maybe they got sick of waiting for me and left?

No, I don't understand why they would do that. We had things that need to be sorted.

Just as if on que, the man I was looking for marched his way through my door slamming it behind him before letting out a loud huff.

I pour myself some liquor and take a seat behind my desk. I run my hands across the gun I had resting under the table. The cold metal soothing my nerves.

"Your mother is back." Be says abruptly. Sweat dropping from his forehead. My eyes widen.

"What?!" I almost shout trying to keep my cool, why wasn't I informed of this earlier?

"Yeah, she turned up on our door step the day after you got Arabella back, she isn't hurt. But she isn't the same." I watch him speak as I swirl my drink around inside the glass.

For once my father looked sad, he never really paid my mother a piece of mind, but as soon as she goes missing she magically becomes more important to him than his next high.

He was going crazy about her for the past few months.

Maybe he did actually secretly love her, but since he had always said that 'love makes you weak.' He must've been trying to desperately hide it all these years.

I don't know what to believe this whole situation is so confusing.

"Okay, so has she said anything about where she was?" I ask, leaning back in my seat.

He shook his head. "No, she's gone mute, she hasn't spoken a word since she arrived home."

I arch a brow at that, that wasn't like my mother at all.

She's definitely hiding something.

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Arabella's POV