Chosen by Karalina >Book 2

Chapter 18

〰️Leonardo Pov 〰️

The nerve of this woman to come walking in here after a week, to visit. To focking visit. Who the hell does she think she is? Thinking this is all okay. She must have thought I'll be over the focking moon to see her torment me like this.

I shake my head in disapproval as she leaves through the door out of my office, so damn pleased with herself as if she's some angel doing a good deed for the day. I can't deny seeing her after so long in those black knee high heels. I could have easily just skimmed my fingers under that little dress of hers and have her all over this desk.

Focking bitch.

"I just wanted to apologize about my behaviour... When I punched you?" Joey interrupts my thoughts.

"That was a sucker punch and we both know it." I say leaning against the desk.

"Tststs yeah right." He has the nerve to smile at me. He must be so focking chuffed with himself.

"Okay Joey, you did good. You stood up for yourself and your sister inlaw like a real man. But you didn't have to insult Matteo like that." My head tilting in his direction to my left.

"We all know she's a flirt."

"Yeah maybe." I move my hand slightly side to side in a fifty fifty motion. "But shes not a whore, you made it sound like she sleeps around. That can cause problems in a marriage. Don't ever do that again." I pat his cheek twice hoping he picks up on the double meaning. Asshole put my marriage at risk too, keeping Karalina in New Jersey. Which I think is focking stupid.

"I really wish you guys didn't visit here today, of all days.. There's big shit going down, Angelo just heard some of those kids from down town are planning to rob us tonight at the drop. So I need a new plan, seems like someone is talking too much." He furrows his brow. "What?"

He scoffs. "Just thinking about Karalina saying something doesn't feel right and she wants to see if you okay."

"She always says something doesn't feel right. But maybe if she came home she wouldn't feel that way." I rush out.

Karalina often says that, but something would always be happening when she said it. I found it spooky like she was some kind of witch or something. The story my madre told us when we were kids about this witch in France many years ago. I think mamma made it up so we could stay away from girls. Also, Karalina is just scared, she's far from home. But then again I am running the mafia, Karalina was just always paranoid. Especially after the first time she saw me laid out on the table covered in blood back in Italy. "It's not a good time for her and the kids to be here. You understand." I say noticing that look he feels obligated to give me. "Don't look at me like that. I'm not the asshole here." I growl out.

"She just wanted to see how you doing and let you see the kids.." Joey says

"Oh wow" I hold my hand over my chest dramatically. "How thoughtful of her." Sarcasm evident as I fake my gratitude towards Karalina in her absence. My face falls instantly in no mood for this bullshit she's pulling. "I'm going down to greet my kids." I say softly feeling the awkward moment approaching between my brother and I.

"i miei bambini." I yell across the restaurant not minding the customers stares after that announcement. Enzo runs towards me and I open my arms to catch him in a bear hug. He shows me a drawing of numbers and starts counting each one. "Is it just me or have you grown too quick and a foot long in this week. It's amazing how much I miss while you gone." I sneer out burning holes in Karalinas head while approaching her as she stands at the stroller.
(there are my babies, is the term)