Leon Monzato's Obsession (Monzato Brothers 2)

Chapter Eight

Leon

"Good morning, Bella!" I nearly shouted on her ear as I spotted her cleaning the couch in the lounge area on my second floor. I chuckled when she jumped but I nearly smacked my face when I looked into her eyes, filled with fear. 

"Oh, no no no. Bella, don't cry. I'm-- I'm sorry!" I said as I caressed her soft shoulders. She tried to smiled lightly, nodding her head. "It's okay, Sir." 

We gotten so closed as the weeks went by. I spent my mornings sneaking around the second floor where she cleans, I talk and tease her just to see her beautiful face. Her doll face makes me at ease and her presence makes me happy. For unknown reason, whenever she's around, I'm in a better place even though Sonia is scolding me for having a cut on my face when I got into a bar fight not long ago. 

I'm pissed that Sonia is scolding me, which is not big deal to me since she's my babysitter back when I was just an infant. But when Bella showed up in the middle of her annoying talking, my face lit up. She even treated my wounds and my body went on frenzy. 

"Are your wounds okay now, Sir?" She asked looking at my busted lips and the purple bruise on my right eye. 

I pouted my lips, "No, Bella. It hurts so bad." I whined as I walked near her and encircled my hands to her arms. "It hurts, I'm gonna cry." 

Of course it doesn't hurt anymore. I'm just putting some acting to get her attention. These past two days, we barely talk because she's helping Isaac with the gardening stuff. Stupid Isaac, getting all her attention. 

"Is that so? It's just little cut and a bruise, it will heal soon." She said, removing my hands off her arm. I refused to let go. "No! It really hurts, Bella. Mend me again, please?" I stomp both of my feet. 

She chuckled as she nodded her head, again. "Okay, Okay. I'll just go get the first aid kit. And don't stomp your feet. You look like a child, and the tweety bird pyjama is adding a lot on the concept."

"How dare you. I'm older than you." 

"I know, Sir. Shall I leave you alone with the wound, then?" She smiled and turned her heel to left me, again. 

"No, no. I'm the baby of this house." I declared. I pulled her to my bedroom and I get the first aid kid myself. I handed it to her. "Now, treat the baby's wound. The baby's hurting." I said playfully. 

She treated my not so hurting wound silently. I tried to flinch from the pain even though I feel fine. She will mutter sorry from time to time. God, Hollywood should hire me as an actor because I'm too damn good with this acting. I mean, I'm so f*****g ready to act this s**t hurts as f**k to get her attention. Talk about being the attention w***e. 

I looked up to her face. I can see her face up close and personal. She's really gorgeous with that grey eyes, pinkish lips, that I adore so much. Fantasizing how does that beautiful little lips feels when I kissed her. That would taste sweet for sure. 

She's focus on treating me, not noticing that I'm looking at her like I'm about to ravish her. Well, it's not a bad idea but I would if she let me. Consent is everything, motherfuckers. 

"Bella?" I asked in low voice. 

"Hmm?" 

"You haven't shared anything about the flinching and being so jumpy." I whined. I played with the ends of her hair because it was too long. 

"The answer is still no, sir." She smiled at me, dropping the subject easily. 

Like I said, we've been so close. I shared a lot to her while she only share the pretty little things about her. I'm sure that she's just avoiding a lot of things and I don't know why and I'm so f*****g eager to know. i wanna know her better and this attitude of her being so secretive doesn't help me at all. 

Fucking hell, I want her business to be my business too. And I know this is a bad sign because I'm becoming obsessed with her and I'm danger. I should mind my own business instead of worrying about her but damn to the f**k , because here I am. Still f*****g waiting for her to open up. 

When she shared about the bullying, my blood boiled and I saw red. I wanna shoot everyone who bullied her because she was too beautiful. And from that night, the bullying incident is the not the only one I need to know, there's more and I wanna know all of them until she became an open book in my presence. 

"When?" I asked again. 

"Never. That's nothing, leave it alone please, Sir." She said, putting all the things she used back in the kit box. 

How the f**k am I going to leave it alone when I can't? I'm nosy and I want to know her? f*****g s**t. One way or another, I'm gonna f*****g dig that. 

I was about to answer her when my phone beeped, showing that my father's assistant told me he wants to meet me in the Monzato manor. I cursed mentally because, this is not the right day for him to see me. I'm supposed to rest for the day because it was f*****g Sunday. No work on Sundays! 

"Thank you. I have to go. Locked the door when I leave, hmm?" I groaned. She nodded her head before leaving me alone. 

I lazily getting ready. My body's craving for some rest but I should get this one done. I know, if I ignore my father's invitation, he will show up to my office and scold me there non stop. 

I texted Wallace to inform him that our father invited to the manor all of a sudden and I asked him if he got an invitation too. They never got along but if this is a family matter, he should be invited. 

Wallace:

I received nothing. He will finally tell you that we found you in the dumpster somewhere in Russia. Good luck, brother dearest. 

Me:

Fuck you. 

I tossed my phone on the passenger's seat. I looked outside and there, I saw Bella smiling  while polishing something. I small smile appeared on my lips as I felt the familiar butterflies on my stomach. She really do makes me feel at ease. 

She suppose to have her day-off today but she decided not to go home today for some unknown reason. I hate to leave her here alone but this village have a strict security, so she will be fine.

I parked my car on the driveway. I opened the massive wooden door and I shouted hello to announced my arrival. The manor still looks the same. A flood of memories of me and Wallace being the most chaotic kids ever attacked my brain. I remember pushing him to the pool to see if he's going to drown but I ended up getting grounded by my father and my mom scolded me to death. 

One time, I pushed a piece of lego inside Wallace's ear but the demon stabbed me with a pencil on my right leg as a revenge. 

We are pretty abusive towards each other but we still gotten along with each other. 

"Señor Leon. A pleasant day and welcome home." Peter said, bowing his head. I raised a brow, what the f**k pleasant day? This isn't a pleasant day at all! They made me go all the way here on Sunday and he expects me to have a pleasant day? Bullshit. 

And this isn't home at all. This is a f*****g hell hole and my father being the king of this house. 

"What does father wants? Daddy's missing me?" I said sarcastically. 

"He's waiting on the second floor study, Señor Leon. He is pleased to see you there, right now. Do you fancy drinking coffee?" 

"No. Just a cold drink because father is pissing me off." I said and turned my way upstairs. 

I knocked on the door three times, just like the old days when I need to show him my failing grades back then. I remember that he used to get shocked and accused me of cheating whenever I get an A at school. He never expected me to get an A mark even though he highly required it. Between me and Wallace, he's the one getting all the A marks. 

"Good day, Leon Samuel." He greeted. I grimaced to the way he call my name. I never liked my second name because it came from a dead guy. My father's taste in names is f*****g scary. Creepy guy looking names for his adorable sons from tombstones. 

"Err, hi?" I said awkwardly. 

I helped myself to get comfortable to one of his loveseats. I really do fancy his study room since when I was a little boy. He got a good choice when it comes to furniture. Well, our company is all about furniture at all. One of our companies, per se. 

"How are your Sunday going?" 

I smirked when I remember getting Bella's attention earlier. "Doing good I guess. Seeing something beautiful put you in a good mood, you know?" 

"Good. How's the businesses? You're not being lazy again, are you?" He said, not looking at me. He stood far away from me, looking at the huge window. 

I rolled my eyes when I noticed where this conversation is going. 

"You can check my attendance log at the office. I'm going to work every single day, in fact I do have a perfect attendance this month." I said, smirking smugly at him. Even though, I'm the f*****g owner of our companies, I still need to log in my attendances because he still checks on me like I'm a f*****g toddler or something. 

"Yeah, but for two weeks straight, you're late. That's not impressive." 

"At least I still go to work." I rolled my eyes, getting annoyed as the minute passes by. 

"You should be like your brother, Wallace. He's well collected."

"How many times do I need to tell you that I will never be like Wallace? when will you stop comparing me to my brother? When will you shut up about this topic?" I snapped. My jaw clenched from the frustrations. 

This is always the routine. He will check on my then he will f0rce me to be like Wallace when in reality me and him are a complete opposite. Wallace is like my father, strict on his work schedule and well collected. While me, I got my carefree attitude from my mom. Me and my mom always love to go to the flow, as long as we do something that we love, we're good. 

"You still act like a child, Leon. You never learn! Look at your brother, got his own empire while you, you're stuck being like that? Childish and happy man? What a shame." 

"Yeah yeah yeah, what a f*****g shame to inherit and manage your multiple companies because your first born won't take it. What a shame because I f*****g chose to follow mom's last words because she knew Wallace will never give a damn about you. What a f*****g shame to be here, trying to impress you and all but in the end, I'm still lacking and I still need to be Wallace. Yes, what a f*****g shame to reach your unreachable standards."

Yes, Leon. You're a f*****g shame. 

"Don't act like a big disgrace of this family, Leon." 

"What? am I still not the disgrace of the Monzato clan? Ever since, you always favor Wallace over me. Better son, better student and better in life. I f*****g get it that I will never be like him because in the motherfucking first place, I chose to inherit your companies. I chose the course that you wanted me to do because mom told me so. You cannot mold Wallace to human being you wanted him to be, that's why you tried to control me and I let you controlled me because mom said, he doesn't wanna lose me too. I put down the life I wanted because I need to please you but it's never enough. It will never be enough." 

I stormed out of the study room and headed my way downstairs to get away from this f*****g hell hole. f*****g mansion with the f*****g person in here. Stupid of me to assume that this meeting would go something great because I had a good time earlier this morning with Bella but I'm wrong. 

With my dad around, it's never happy. It's always something to do with hell. f*****g Monzato. 

I headed to Damon's bar to blow off some steam. It's nearly lunch, he's still close but I don't give a f*****g f**k, I have my own key. 

I unlocked the entrance of the bar. I saw Damon fixing his liquors, he looked at me in disbelief. 

"Check your time, Monzato." 

"You check my ass, fucker. Give me your whisky." 

He grimaced but he did what I said, "You're not my type and for your information, I own this bar and I'm your f*****g bartender, you stupid prat." 

"Still gave me my drink, yes?" I raised a brow. I dodge his hand when he tried to punch me playfully. "f**k you. Drink that glass of whisky before I put that damn glass in your mouth." 

I took down the whole glass of whisky at the back of my throat, feeling the familiar satisfying burn. He put another whisky and I drank it without hesitation. 

"One more. You have to drink this whole bottle in less than ten minutes. Chop chop, Lee." 

"You wanna f*****g die, Damon? f**k off." 

"What? I'm trying to divert your skull to something." I looked at him in confusion. 

"Skull?"

"Yes."

"Its divert your mind. Not skull, stupid idiot." 

"It is hard to find something you don't have, Leon. Don't hurt yourself." He said while pouring me another drink.

"Coming from the guy, who failed his college alegbra." 

"f**k you.'' He glared at me. "Anyway, what happened? You seemed upset." He asked, pouring a glass for him. 

I shook my head, staring at my own glass. "Nothing important. Just silly things."

"You can talk to us, Lee. We're your friends. If something is bothering you, talk to us.'

"I know. I know. I'm off to go." He nodded, dropping the subject. 

I refused to let them know what is really going on with my life. They do have a lot in mind that is more important than mine. I rather deal with my daddy problems alone than to disturb them. 

On the way home, I decided to get some ice cream for me and Bella. She will surely put me in the good mood the moment I see her when I get home. 

I parked my car and headed inside the house instantly. The whole house is quite, probably Bella is inside her room or in the kitchen, making herself a good lunch. 

"Bella! Where ya at?" I shouted. I headed to the kitchen and there she is, eating some sandwich silently. "Oh, there you are. The baby is home!" I said cheerfully. 

She offered me a genuine smiled and there, my bad mood faded because of that smile. I put the two tubs of ice cream in front of us and I sat down beside her. 

"Let's enjoy this. I chose rocky road because I don't know your favorite ice cream." 

"That's okay. Would you like the half of my sandwich, Sir?" 

I bit the sandwich from her hand. "The baby would love to finish that for you." 

"Don't talk when your mouth is full, Sir baby." She said. She stood up to get the spoons. 

I hurriedly swallowed the sandwich because I don't think I heard her right. What did she called me? 

"Did you just called me Sir baby?" My heart raced and the butterflies in my stomach started to panic in happiness. 

She nodded shyly. "You told me that when I call you Sir, you feel awfully old. Is that okay for me to call you that? Or I'm stepping the line?" 

"No no no. It's all right." I said while grinning like an i***t. I don't f*****g know why I feel happy that she have a silly nickname for me. "It's okay. I'm your baby. Now, give me that spoon because I'm salivating in here." 

We ate silently. A comfortable silence. I cannot help but to grin while eating this f*****g ice cream. I completely forgot the argument I had with my father earlier. The only thing that is occupying my head is the fact that Bella's calling me baby. I'm assuming that I'm his baby and I don't care if I look like a fool. f*****g fantastic, for real.