Chosen by Karalina >Book 2

Chapter 9

〰️Leonardo pov〰️

Finally pulling up into the driveway from this long day. These assholes are really getting on my focking nerves, can't do one simple focking thing right. I actually miss Matteo and Michele, but they needed in New Jersey and they still have to regain my trust again anyway. It takes a while for me to move on from betrayal, no matter how petty it may seem to them, it's the principle.

It's already 8pm and I know Karalina is not going to be happy about this. One focking rule she sets in place. That and a whole bunch of shit about lies and secrets. Which explains the file in my hidden safe and not the safe Karalina knows about in our bedroom. I'll give her the file soon enough. Things are going great now for the past three months since we moved to New York. I'm not ready to ruin and complicate things again. But there's no doubt she needs to hear the truth. We can work something out, we always do.

Everyday, well most days I wake up, have a work out session in the gym downstairs. I can finally jog around this area with no focking problems, well for now. Breakfast is now at 7:30, before I take Enzo to a school for kids his age. I honestly don't see the point of him going there, they do the same shit Karalina has been doing with him when we lived in Italy. The babies have grown so beautifully and Karalina gets way over irritated when the nurse or nanny or whatever she is gets too involved. I pretend to side with Karalina just to keep a smile on her face, Karalina sometimes just needs to vent, I've discovered, so I let her blabbing sometimes go on for hours simply because I know she doesn't have it in her to disrespect the nanny, because of the big age gap of course.

My work consists of me checking on businesses operating in the day and fixing shit that went wrong the night before, that's what my job has come to and only if I really have to, but thankfully hasn't happened yet, I would need to work at night for certain reasons. It's challenging to get rid of a body in the day. My only problem would be explaining to Karalina why I'm late. It's a house rule she decided to come up with one night when I got home one night at 10pm. It's not like I can waltz through the door and be like 'Hey baby, sorry I'm late. I had to kill someone and clean up the body so the cops won't find it.'

I now own a new restaurant called Diletto, so business usually takes place there now. I chose the location to watch over the hotel I had to help Salvo with. His favour he requested a year ago was no walk in the park. Of course he had to give me ownership with the amount he kept expecting as months went by. I'm more of a silent partner though, I have too much on my plate. But I did take a big interest in a section of the hotel a handful of people really know about. Who would've thought most of my money would be brought in through this transaction.

When I get home from work, Enzo has so much to tell me at the dinner table, Karalina talks about my day trying to get information out of me. We get the kids ready for bed and Karalina tells Enzo a bed time story almost every night on request. When it's time to kiss them goodnight we get ready for bed and I make love to my sexy wife. Oh yes, I am very much living the dream. Imagine she had agreed to live without me? I would've been half a man with serious stalking issues.

"Hey! How are you?" I look over my shoulder and turn to see that damn neighbor again. They so nosey. It's late, why are they outside?

"Ciao" I yell and lift my hand in greeting. It's like she made a effort to look over the bushes while walking the dog. I'll never forget the first time they came by. Sonny was so confused as to why they needed to speak to us. Karalina got so excited that we finally had neighbors and dragged me to the door to greet them. I immediately spoke in italian only, Karalina knew what I was doing and translated everything they had said as if I couldn't understand. We picked up the same vibe from them as they kept trying to look over our shoulders into the house. Karalina got annoyed with their questions about where we lived before, how old are we to have such a big son? The classic was when they told Karalina how young she had started a family. She immediately dismissed them, said I can't speak English at all and we will definitely see them at the white party they invited us to. When the door closed I asked her "Do we have to go." She turned and said 'Hell no.'