The Billionaire's Baby

57| Delilah

Leonardo De Luca. Born and raised in Milan, Italy, which happens to be Vante's home city. They knew each other when they were in school. They knew each other in high school, but never seemed to become good friends. Vante never felt he could truly trust Leonardo.

Something always felt off...

Especially after Leonardo joined the Milan syndicate. They take part in many bad things such as smuggling drugs, women and children. And God knows what they do with the women and children.

It's possible that it's some underground trafficking business. They even have connections with Japan.

So being part of this organisation already makes you wanted across many countries.

And Leonardo?

He just happens to be the current head of that entire syndicate.

Peter would've gone into more detail if I hadn't stormed out the apartment for the elevator.

As the elevator starts making it's way down, I nervously nibble at my fingernails and tap my foot impatiently on the floor.

We managed to make it back home without being killed, thankfully. But the anxiety attack I got that entire way back had Romeo and Carmela crying their lungs out.

It was so difficult to get them both to sleep, but the maids and Sofia helped me with it. Now while they're watching over the twins, I'm heading to the building's gym to talk to Vante.

More like ask him what the fuck's gonna happen now. Or demand it from him.

He's been silent since we left the hospital and silence is not good in the face of death.

When the elevator lands and the doors open, I rush out to the gym as fast as I can, slamming open the doors when I arrive.

"Vante!" I call out and everyone in the gym goes silent, turning their wide eyes to me as they all freeze.

Vante's near the fighting area and he stops only when he sees me. His gaze meets mine and we make our way to each other. His demeanour is silent yet deadly and I'm ready to throw one of those boxing bags at Vante for being so silent about things.

I feel my anger building up inside of me as my rational thinking starts to slowly slip away the longer we stare at each other in this rigid silence.

I don't even think I'm angry with Vante anymore. I never was. I've just been scared, stressed, anxious.

And it's worse feeling scared, not for yourself but for your children. I've constantly got adrenaline running through my body at the thought of him having been within my presence.

He looked at me, spoke to me. He looked at my babies. My fucking children.

"What- why..." I begin with whatever words try to come out of my mouth. I shake my head, eyes now looking at him with helplessness and I can feel myself on the verge of crying.

It's as if with those two words and my teary eyes I said an entire monologue to him.

Vante sighs heavily through his fast breaths. His bare chest rises and falls while beads of sweat make their way down his body.

He begins to undo the tape on his hands, looking at the ground almost guiltily.

"Out," he instructs. "Everyone."

His voice is so monotonous and nonchalant, hiding something back there. And it's when he looks back up at me when everyone's gone, I realise that we might not be thinking of the same things.

It's as if I'm trying to think of ways to defeat this Leonardo guy, get rid of him so that we can live our lives in peace. But behind Vante's eyes, it's like there's a void.