TILL D£ATH DO US APART
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The full paragraph fell off Leonardo's sinful tongue like a dark chant, and Ivanna couldn't find a reply.
One thought was outweighing another in her mind.
She doesn't even have the perfect word for this state of mind.
Confusion? Close.
Why would he even think she'd agree to him defiling another part of her body after what he did to her mouth the other time?
But then...she should have expected this level of unhinged from someone like him, so she removed her eyes from him and looked at the mirror, then the table...
"And if I say no?" She said.
"Don't put it like you have a choice here. I'm not very nice, especially to brats who make deals with me with their eyes wide open." He replied.
The distance between them looks wide enough to take two steps, at the same time short enough for a shove.
"I'm not allowing your mouth on me, I made the deal with my eyes wide, but my brain is also still working. If you can't take the bj, then we don't have a deal." She replied point-blank.
Leonardo sat on the table in the one leg up and the other one down style. He picked a cigar box out of his pocket and pulled out a cigar stick from the box, putting it between his lips unlit before looking up at the defiant pet in front of him.
"Actually...you do have options," He said through the cigar. "You either sit down quietly and take it, or I forcefully take what's mine."
Ivanna shifted back, thrice.
"Sick thing," she muttered, turning around and rushing to the clearest wall, but then she remembered they actually came here through the top vent, so she looked up.
Jumping in here felt easy, but now... without a ladder, she can't climb up.
She's trapped!
She heard the sparkling of lighter behind, and she turned around to see Leonardo put fire on his cig already.
"You jumped in here through the vent, and the vent can only be opened from outside, which means you can only come in through the vent. To go out, you need a key to a hidden door, and the key?" He removed a small key from his lighter
"Here,"
Ivanna rushed to him, using the FTM, and she was madly fast, but before she could get to him, he already inserted the key back into the lighter, then he inserted the lighter back into his pocket, standing with an insane cloud of smokes on his face.
"You know why mum killed her master in Britain before escaping? It's cos after she mastered the skill, her Master was the only person who was still stronger than her, and she hated it, so...she killed him. I hinted you, and that automatically makes me your fuckin master, you can NEVER beat me or outrun me, unless you kill me!" He snarled.
Again, Ivanna went for him, trying to get the lighter out of his pocket, but as she tried, he thwarted all of her efforts. Soon, it became a scuffle, and she was able to land a punch on his face. He licked blood away from his lips before returning that punch.
Ivanna staggered, but then she lay back on the table, intentionally.
A short jump made her stand on the table, and from there, she stretched a heated kick at his face.
He went back, dodging her hit as smokes poured out of his nose attractively.
She didn't drop that leg—she did an unexpected reverse, so when Leonardo straightened, he almost got hit, but he twisted her ankle.
A sharp zap of pain made her leg numb as she fell back on the table.
Leonardo angrily removed the cigar on his lips and tossed it to the floor.
Before Ivanna could get down from the table, he had her pinned there, and thankfully, her dress is tie-up.
One animalistic drag from him, the upper part of the dress went down, and her breà sts bounced free.
Temptingly round and seductively perky with big, brown n+ples.
"Ah...they're brown." He muttered savagely.
Ivanna lost her breaths when she saw her own reflection in the mirror.
--
[Bacardi's Planet]
"Are you sure?" Robert asked for the third time, and it's obvious in Bacardi's eyes that she's losing her shit already with his obvious repetitive questions.
"Ask that question one more time, and I'll actually make you go down on me, try me." She said seriously, looping her g-strings around his neck again till there's no more rope.
Robert closed his eyes, and his right hand went down, slowly.
Since she's sitting on his laps, it was easier to get to the middle.
Bacardi kept up a poker face, but it got breached when she felt his hand down there.
She's all shaved up, so the sensitivity is insane, and she nearly lost her hold on the rope on his neck.
This would be her first time.
All her life, she watched male strippers dance in this Planet for her with no plan to ever let anyone inside her, but she has no idea how Robert managed to creep this deep.
Maybe his innocence? That must be it, cos when his fingers located her clît and his eyes opened, she lost it totally. And he's not even moving yet.
"You're weeping down there...so much tears." He whispered, rubbing her clî+ back and forth, dotting on the sensitive flesh and pinching.
"F+k!" She left the rope to hold his shoulders, taking her lower lip into her mouth to bite.
With the slowness of a snail, Robert moved for the first two minutes, but as the minutes ran, he began running too, rubbing faster, petting her kitty and collecting her wetness on his fingers, using four digits to press down, one finger teasing her entrance repeatedly.
"That place!... Gad!!" She bit deeper into her lips till blood bursted, and as much as she doesn't want to keep eye contact, Robert is looking at her, the muscles in his arms clenching and loosening as his fingers worked under her, flattening over her kitty.
Slowly, he got rid of the fingers, bringing them to Bacardi's lips.
"Open up." He ordered, and she did.
She did!
She opened her mouth, and he shoved the fingers inside. All four.
She tasted her own fluid, licking with her tongue and rubbing on her mouth walls.
As she licked, she began getting wet underneath again, and her bead of went stained his jean on his laps.
Something broke on her chest, no idea what it was, but something did. Her head felt empty, and for the first time since birth, she felt senseless.
Did someone harvest her brains?
Robert didn't stop with making her lick her sin. He proceeded to shoving the four fingers down her throat till her saliva rushed out, drooling down to her chin.
She made low, unintelligible whimpers.
"So f+kin filthy... filthy, spoilt, pretty girl." Robert whispered, all with an expressionless face as he watched her gag on his thick fingers.
She was still choking on those fingers when his second fresh hand went below her to resume the work.
Two fingers entered her p+xy suddenly, and Bacardi tried to remove his fingers from her throat so she could breath, but...
"Don't do that, or I'll add one more finger inside your tight slit, and you'll bleed." he said, his voice sounding like it suddenly got deeper.
It changed.
Bacardi stopped, awestruck and shocked, but she wasn't allowed to process the change in tone when he began his insertions, f+kin her good—mad good with his fingers.
Her fleshy laps bounced wildly, slapping his own laps.
Her t1tties jumped on her chest, and her face reddened till his fingers went knuckle-deep into her.
His fingers got hooked in her throat, and her eyes rolled round the sockets, her stomach sucked in.
His fingers killed her.
Digging. Pumping. Scissoring.
He reached her g-spot, and the in her throat fell, then she let it out...
Her screams...
"Rob! Robert! Damn it! Gawd bless you! This is so sweet! Never felt this before! Drill that p+xy. So good! Stretch it up! Ahh--hh!!"
--
[Estate Crypt]
Consent? No.
Violation? Yes.
Leonardo operates that way.
As Ivanna stayed gummed to the table in front of that hell-sent mirror, she felt used once again.
She felt abused—by the abuser.
And as she was forced to watch her own violation, she felt war raging inside her stomach. She felt anger so large it's driving her insane cos she can't even vent it out as the devil's mouth latched onto her n1ppless.
Leonardo is sucking her, right now.
His head—down on her chest, her br+sts in his mouth. He's not just sucking, he's eating, munching.
He's licking, grazing.
Every push of his head shoved her closer to the table surface. A few more pushes, and she'd be laying down, but she's avoiding that, ai she gripped the table edges.
He's stimulating her body and intentionally using his tongue to round her t1ts. Squeezing with his warm hands, and making sure she could smell his hair-wash as his hair stayed below her sensitive nose.
He pinched her n+ples repeatedly, kissed them more times than she could count, tortured them like bloody hell-deserving sinners till they turned sore and red, and now every touch from him makes her cringe.
Every lap of his tongue makes her feel like millipedes are crawling over her. Everytime he chewed mildly on the n+ples, she feels disgusted.
And everything—she's watching it like a movie in the mirror.
She tried to imagine him as Hayden, at least that'd be less embarrassing, but it's not working.
Her Hayden isn't a shameless piece of evil like this. Her Hayden is gentle, calm and reserved. He's not forceful.
So...all she could do is stare at her own shame as he sucked.
His warm mouth made her shudder a lot of times.
The contrast between their bodies made her grab the table edges tighter.
Watching his hands pressing her br+sts again made tears roll out of her eyes, and she didn't even bother to wipe as they landed on his hair.
He licked again, deliberately using his tongue tip to circle it. He placed that tongue below her br+sts and raised it with it, then he held her neck, keeping her in a chokehold.
She closed her eyes, shutting out any sound that might be trying to get out cos she hasn't made one since the start of this rubbish.
But then...if she doesn't, this man isn't going to stop. He mentioned he wasn't going to stop unless she moaned.
His thumb caressed the sides of her br+sts, and she gripped the table again, holding that fake m+an back with her life.
It can't spill out.
She doesn't want to give him that satisfaction, but...
Leonardo kissed the two b👀bies again then licked the sensit¡ve space between them, and That. Was. It.
"Mm..n"
The moan carelessly slipped out of her, and his head came up, giving her a stare that says... "I knew you weren't a match for my freak"
His lips are redder, very red.
"Did you just fake-m0an?" He said, his head cocking.
Ivanna covered her chest climbed down the table before drawing the tie-up part of the dress.
She tied it at the back of her neck then wiped her tears.
"You got what you wanted, so stop trying to get mischievous by saying I fake-moaned!" She spat.
Adjusting his suit, Leonardo smiled with the coldest edge before bringing an hand to her cheek.
"Don't touch me again." She backed up, and that made him snap back to his blank expression.
"You can pick anything in here, and be careful what you pick..." He said and leaned on the table.
Ivanna looked around, wondering what he's up to again.
Then...she saw the book with black dots. The one she saw when they came in earlier.
She picked it up and curiously opened it. Surprisingly, only the front part of it has black dots.
The inside is still pure, and it has notes—well-written notes about martial arts trainings.
Her eyes widened, and she started opening it very fast.
It caught her interest a lot.
Very detailed with explanation about every point.
"What's this... masterpiece" She muttered absentmindedly.
"When Vera was training me, I never took notes cos I had all her classes installed in my head, but after she died, I had to write it all down in a book. I kept the book for just two years then got tired of it and dumped it...here." Leonardo said behind.
She turned to face him.
"You own this?"
"Who else?" He muttered, rolling his eyes before leading the way to the hidden door.
Keeping the note safe in her hand, Ivanna followed him, and truly, the crypt has a hidden door.
From the front, it looks like an old freezer, but when he opened it, it turned out to be a door.
They went through the rusty freezer and got out of the crypt in a minute.
"I need something else," Ivanna suddenly said behind him, and he stopped, turning on his shoes.
"Now that I got a quick taste of my pet's tits, she's suddenly gonna start making demands?"
"I need a visitation card to visit my parents." She replied blankly, ignoring what he said.
"You have the book now, practice and get perfect, then get the card on your own. Don't rely on me to get it for you, I won't." He replied and left, leaving her there.
Ivanna ate an invisible lump on her throat before moving away too.
She returned to her apartment and dropped the book on the bed.
She didn't strip herself before getting under the weak shower.
The slow flow of water frustrated her so much she almost broke the head.
She touched her chest, feeling the pain from his wild suck, and she cried again, squatting in the middle of the bathroom.
As the water drenched her, she sniffled, seeing herself as filthy and unclean...and dirty.
"I'm sorry, Hayden. I didn't do it intentionally." She muttered. "Will you ever forgive me for this?"
She covered her face with her palms, sniffling again.
By the time she got out of the bathroom, it was past 11, meaning she spent more than thirty minutes inside just squatting.
She changed out of the wet dress in the bedroom, and thanks to the estate store, she has few change of clothes.
She wore a warm long knitted sweater, then picked up the book and sat balled on the bed.
Robert must still be with Bacardi, and Nino must still be at the party, so she's all alone, and she likes.
She opened the book and started her session of extensive reading.
--
[Next Morning, Armando Mansion]
Lissa didn't follow her parents home last night. She left the teaparty with Emma, and they're both just returning this morning.
It's a very snowy morning, and their heads has heavy decor of snowflakes as they both entered the house cos Lissa declined umbrella.
The sound of the blender in the kitchen as the maids prepared breakfast made her barge into that kitchen. She took the blender which has red tomatoes inside, threw it on the ground and wasted everything.
She proceeded to matching the blender glass with her shoes, destroying it completely.
"If the blender is getting too loud, trash it and get a new one!!" She yelled at the maids with her pale white lips and cold face.
She barged out of the kitchen furiously.
"Clean this mess on the floor" Emma ordered the maids before following Lissa out.
Lissa was already running up the stairs, so she went after her, but Penny met her in the middle.
"She went to her secret place again?" She asked Emma.
"Yes ma'am, and as usual, she left me on the road last night and went alone. I had to wait for her to come pick me this morning." Emma explained and followed Lissa.
Penny went into her husband's game arcade.
There's a whole two plots at the back of the mansion that's designed to be Thaddeus' game ground.
It's snowing heavily, so it's the best time of the year to golf.
Thaddeus just finished playing the first-half alone with one of the maids representing the ball.
The maid is already dead, bleeding into the snow, so he sat and drank from a warm bottle of baron to warm up his insides, and that was when Penny came out to meet him.
"Lissa is back, and according to Emma, she went to her secret place again, but that's not even the issue right now. Thad. Lissa looks malnourished already and it's not even up to thirteen hours yet! You have to do something... like fast."
Thaddeus just drank from his bottle again—as if he didn't hear her talk.
Also, he looks like he's counting the minutes cos he kept looking at the time on his phone.
It's 7:59
"Thad?" Penny called.
No answer.
"Thad!!" She shouted, and the bald man stood from his chair.
At exactly 8am, his phone rang...it's a call from Italy.
The Frontman of the Ndrangheta, he's the one who distributes fresh information from Italy to Chicago.
"Yes?" Thaddeus picked.
"The oldest member of the five brigadiers died of heart seizure last night in his mansion at Calabria, and according to protocol, a new member would be rolled into the brigadiers." The frosty voice said.
"The f+k? Ferrari is dead?" Thaddeus frowned, dropping his golf stick on top of the maid body.
Penny frowned.
"His burial was concluded this morning. His replacement would be a member who made a sacrifice for the empire before. You went to jail for months, Thaddeus, and in jail ..you hunted for info too, you weren't useless. An hour ago, Padrino Marko and the remaining three brigadiers decided to roll you in. You'll take Ferrari's place as the youngest member of the brigadiers, and next week, Padrino will hit Chicago with the other brigadiers to celebrate your appointment." The Frontman said in one long line.
The call ended immediately, and Thaddeus dropped the phone from his ear with a grievous look, but that look evaporated fast, replaced with accomplishment.
"What did you do, Thad?" Penny asked in a low voice.
The phone was loud, so she heard the conversation.
"To control Anthony, I have to be a a part of the brigadiers. Padrino Marko is their head, and he hates Anthony, so... I'll just enter through that space." Thaddeus grinned loudly.
"How did you kill Ferrari? How did it even appear as heart seizure? He might be old but that fox is agile!" Penny said, still shocked.
"I told you I have my trained rogues, and I stationed lots of them in Italy. I only had to order them to move, and they moved." Thaddeus explained.
Penny flew into his arms immediately, hugging him tight.
"Gosh, Thad! What would I have done without you! I love you!"
"It's only just the start, my dear. I promised you and our daughter would never suffer, and i keep to promises." He smiled.
"Now that you're a part of the brigadiers, our family moves from number five in the founding calendar to what number?" Penny asked curiously.
"Three, obviously." Thaddeus replied, and Penny screamed.
"Seriously?"
"This isn't a small case, Penny. Just trust me, and please get me a new ball for my second-half." He replied, wearing his gloves again.
"Of course! That fat maid! Get here! Fatso!!" She yelled.
The chubby maid ran out to that game ground, and Thaddeus gold stick stuck her in the face.
She hit the ground, screaming for mercy as she became the new golf ball, and Penny rushed out.
--
[Lissa's Room]
"What's that noise from dad's game ground?" Lissa asked with a ironed face as she sat in front of her dressing mirror.
She's just coming out of the mirror, only in her towel alone, and that towel barely covered her.
Her p+xy is almost out.
She's staring at her pale face in the mirror, and Emma is behind her.
"I have no idea what the cause of the noise is, shall I go check?" Emma asked quickly.
Lissa focused on her mirror, wiping her face with wipes.
"No. Mum and dad are probably fuckin again." She muttered.
"You look sick, Miss. I don't like it. You're not a weakling like this. I get that Sir Leo's disqualification was painful, but—"
"But what?" Lissa faced her. "We've been friends since we were in the womb, Emma. VV didn't like my mum, but when she saw my mother was pregnant with me same time she was pregnant with Leo, she suggested making their kids friends and training them together, and mum agreed. Leo was born a month before me, and we grew up to be besties, but now...cos of a little mistake about a other girl, I'm cast out?"
Lissa sighed, wiping her face again though she's not wearing makeup yet. She's just wiping.
"Do you have anything in mind, Miss?" Emma came closer.
"I've always had everything under control, Emma, I'll handle things my own way." Lissa replied, and Penny barged in suddenly.
"Lalissa! Great news! Great news!"
She's holding two cups of wine, and Lissa stood, facing her confusedly.
"Take this!" Penny gushed, handing her a cup of wine.
"This is the part where you tell me what's going on." Lissa said.
"Ferrari died!" Penny announced.
"Ferra—wait...the oldest brigadier?" Lissa caught on.
"Yes! And guess who took his place in the Ndrangheta?" Penny said slowly.
Lissa went silent, but it was for a millisecond before she caught on.
Her eyes popped.
"Dad? My f+kin dad???"
"Yes daughter! Thaddeus is the youngest brigadier from now on, meaning he'd be attending same meetings and eating on the same table as the Padrino! Next week is his celebration! Our family moved to number three in the calendar!" Penny kept talking.
"Damnit! I can't believe this!" Lissa threw her wine glass, rushing out.
"Dad!!!"
Penny followed her, and Emma smiled in the room.
"What a good way to start our morning."
--
[House Of Esposito, Island's Apartment]
Nino smelled pineapple juice first, then the strong aroma of omelette, and that was enough to wake him.
He sat up, groaning and using his palm to dab his face, but then...he felt soaked in the middle, and he lifted his duvet to check, but before he even checked, he realized the duvet wasn't his own.
His head went up again, and he realized the apartment wasn't his own. The bedroom too!
He jumped down from the bed, realizing he's n+ked, and the wetness he felt was from his d+k!
Sp€rm!
Then there's bloodstain on the bed, and his head made a straight fuzzy noise first.
Island came in, looking fresh and dressed and happy.
"I'm in your apartment?" He frowned, getting the pillow to cover his d+k.
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"You don't remember entering my apartment last night after you got drunk at the party? And you forced yourself on me?" Island scoffed.
"No! Island stop! I would never!" Nino let go of the pillow, not minding his n+kedn+ss.
"You raped me! My blood on the bedspread is an evidence, and don't you see the sèmen on you?" Island glared devilishly.
"No..." Nino's fingers webbed in his hair as he held his head with two hands. "No... I'd never do that to.... anyone...I'm not a..."
He lost words, lost thoughts, lost the ability to process and think...
His brain stopped braining.
"And you know what happens if this gets to Don Anthony, right?" Donna Felicia said, coming in.
Once again, Nino quickly covered himself with the pillow, hiding beside the bed in embarrassment.
"Donna!"
Felicia stood protectively beside Island like a godmother.
"If this gets to Anthony. You as his special driver will not only get killed for raping my maid, but you'd also get burned like Stanley!" She declared flatly.
Nino lost his voice too, he's just shaking beside that bed, helpless.
"Become Island's official boyfriend, simple as that. I'll inform my husband about the relationship between his driver and my maid, sure he'd love it, and listen to me... Nino Douglas, you dare not breakup, I'll break you!" Felicia threatened.
Nino covered his ears with his two palms, trembling harder.
"C'mon baby, don't be scared... our relationship started rough but it's nothing... we'll smoothen it out." Island smiled, kneeling beside him.
She kissed his forehead, and Nino's trembling increased.
--
[Bacardi's Planet]
Bacardi woke up curled in her bed, and she had to hit the lights on with her black bed remote.
Her bedroom carries a lady boss aesthetic. Not too dark and not too light. Just in-between, and it smells like condoms cos she likes the smell, so she had her room spray specially made to smell like that.
She stayed in bed even after waking up, and she had a wild flashback of last night.
His orders and her obeisance.
"Open up."
"Don't do that."
"You filthy, dirty, pretty girl"
"Say you like it."
She shut her eyes, pulling her legs together as the flashback kept lingering in her head.
She's a mess. She knows.
The buzzing of her phone beside her made her stir, and she frowned when she read the new estate update.
"Brigadier Ferrari is dead? And his replacement is..."
"Uncle Thaddeus!!" Sandra shouted, rushing into the bedroom.
"You're right, it's really Uncle Thaddeus!" Bacardi jumped down.
"I knew Uncle Thaddeus would do something!" Sandra said.
"You mean to tell me he made this move?" Bacardi looked up.
"Uncle Thaddeus came out of prison yesterday, and last night Leo had a clash with him and Lissa, of coursee!!!" Sandra shouted.
"F+k, this ain't the right time for Thaddeus to climb that high... Is there a meeting?" Bacardi asked.
"Yeah... A meeting of all mobsters at 10!" Sandra replied.
"I have to go see dad first!" Bacardi grabbed a long coat and drapped it on, exiting with Sandra.
"I still remember telling you to never step my Planet till I say so." Bacardi said as they went out the main door.
"Don't be cold-hearted like Leo. C'mon, the Esposito sisters shouldn't be so distant!" Sandra held her arm.
"Not cute," Bacardi scoffed, both rushing, and Sandra smiled.
Then, a minute walk from the Planet, they came across Robert.
He's coming from the estate kitchen where he went to get breakfast, and when he saw the sisters, he stopped.
"Morning, Cardi." He greeted.
"It's Miss Cardi." Bacardi corrected coldly.
"You're rude!" Sandra pushed the tray of food he's holding away, and the past met the ground.
The sisters left in a hurry, and Robert stayed there for a while more before proceeding to his apartment.
As expected, he met Ivanna awake in her training gear already. Seems she's not going to the hood today. She's doing her self-training in the living room, and the moves she's making made him frown in awe.
"When did you start taking martial arts classes?"
"Get that book from the table, and study it all day. Please and please Robert, study it." She replied, not looking at him.
She continued making her move, jumping from the table to the couch, touching the wall, the ground...
Everywhere.
Robert picked the book, sitting to study like she did overnight.
Ivanna was thinking of last night's sucking as she made her moves, and each thought made her move harder.
Her hate. The disgust. Her self-shame.
Everything pushed her to go beyond her limits, till she almost broke.
By the door, Hilda stood, holding a new tray of food for them cos she saw what Sandra did to the first one.
She's watching them with a big, proud smile.
Not wanting to disturb them, she dropped the meal by the door, but there's a mob meeting at 10, and with the way this self-training is so serious with Ivanna, they might forget, so Hilda set an alarm and dropped the small watch on the door before leaving the apartment.
--
[Citadel]
Leonardo is well aware of what's going on in the clan.
All the way from the Ndrangheta in Italy to this whole clan. He has everything displayed on his screens, and he's reading them with his mind as he stood in the middle of his computer room, wearing just a black singlet and black slacks.
With breathing muscles and perfectly set jaws, he moved his arms, reading each news attentively.
When he got to the Thaddeus Armando news, he stopped.
"I must say, he impressed me with that move," he muttered.
"He's in Chicago, but he somehow managed to kill Ferrari in Italy?" He muttered again.
He pressed his earbud, took his phone and made a call to one of his Italian spies.
The face of the spy appeared on one of his computer screens.
"If you have to enter a beehive, then enter it. Investigate Ferrari's death thoroughly, and look for any sign of Thaddeus' men in Italy—Calabria in particular." Leonardo ordered.
"On it, Ghost." The spy replied, and that screen went off.
He received another text immediately...
THE VELKRONA DRUG SHIPMENT FROM ALBANIA IS ARRIVING THIS MORNING AT 10.
"That's faster than expected," he mumbled, sweeping his hair away from his face smoothly, but it still fell back to his face immediately.
"Puta," he cussed, wanting to leave the room immediately.
But... he stopped.
He dropped the bud in his ear and picked another one from the numerous ones on the desk.
Tapping it, he connected to a Chicagoan spy.
The spy appeared on another screen.
"Her parents, get me their current location. I want it on this screen when I get back. You know who I'm talking about." He said curtly.
"Right on it!" The spy replied and went off.
Leonardo left the room, getting himself a suit jacket which he easily threw on as he exited.
Getting out of the Citadel, he met Bobby in front of it, about to enter.
"Time to go for the shipment, but the mob meeting is by 10 too." Bobby said, looking dead.
He looks too serious this morning.
"The mob meeting will proceed as planned, and we'll go get the shipments. We're using Panda again, isn't it?" Leonardo replied.
Bobby nodded.
"Send someone to get Joy, she's coming with us." Leonardo replied authoritatively, walking past him.
Bobby couldn't even follow him. He stood there, wondering...
"Who's Joy?" He asked out loudly.
Leonardo stopped. Soft morning breeze blew his black suit edges, the softness not matching his personality in the slightest.
Small particles of snow hung on his lashes as he turned, facing Bobby.
"Did I say Joy?"
TBC.
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