CHAPTER THREE - A FEARLESS HEART
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chapter Three - A FEARLESS HEART
Scarlet had been placed in a private suite where Leonardo would come to meet her. She paced about aimlessly, trying to deduce her way out.
She knew what was coming, and she couldn't bear to accept it.
She began searching for a sharp object. Immediately, she rushed to the kitchenette to grab a knife, but the kitchenette was locked. She checked the bathroom and found nothing but soap, towels, and lotion. None of these items were good enough to intimidate the man coming for her. Suddenly, she ran into the living area, rummaging through some books on the shelf—still nothing. She sat on the sofa, trying to think, then stood up, feeling restless—until her eyes landed on a pen resting on a file on the coffee table. She picked it up and began practicing through the air how she would stab the man if he dared to try anything unusual.
When the entrance door to the suite swiped open, it startled Scarlet. Soon enough, Leonardo was already walking in, escorted by his personal bodyguard.
Scarlet couldn't help but notice his dashing looks. This was the first time she had been this close to him.
He was a vision of sophistication, dressed to perfection in his tailored tuxedo, which accentuated his chiseled features and broad shoulders.
His piercing eyes sparkled with confidence, and his charming smile hinted at a wealth of secrets.
Every inch of him exuded refinement and luxury, from the crisp folds of his shirt to the precision cut of his suit. He moved with the effortless ease of a man who knew he was the center of attention, and his very presence seemed to command the room.
When Leonardo raised his hand to signal the bodyguard to exit the suite, Scarlet immediately mistook it for something else. She thought he was about to order the bodyguard to drag her to him, and so, without hesitation, she pulled out the pen.
“Don't you dare touch me unless you want your neck ruptured,” she snapped.
The bodyguard tried to intervene, but Leonardo made it clear that he could handle her, so he was dismissed.
Leonardo smirked. Sliding his hands into his pockets, he walked toward the dressing mirror, checking out his own reflection, while Scarlet stood further behind him, still holding the pen.
“How did you get yourself involved with Cassius' club?” Leonardo asked, still focused on his clean-shaven jaw. He avoided looking at Scarlet’s reflection, careful not to induce fear in her.
He knew she was definitely scared and that her intimidating reaction was just a defense mechanism, but he wasn’t going to back down easily.
Scarlet seemed a bit confused as she tried to piece together a story—something tangible she could recall aside from the one Cassius had always told her—but she struggled.
All she could remember was waking up in a room and seeing Cassius seated close to her. Next, he had told her a long story of how she had been dumped at an unknown brothel by her mother as a little girl.
Growing up, she had become rebellious, got into drugs in her teenage years, and eventually became an addict. That was when the owner of the brothel sold her to him.
It was a terrible story, and it never felt like it was truly hers. She couldn’t even recall any details to support it. She would never tell it to anyone—not even to her enemy. Suddenly, she began to wonder why she even cared to sugarcoat her story. She wasn’t falling for Leonardo, was she?
“It’s none of your business,” she said, still holding up the pen. She had to focus and not let him sweet-talk her into going to bed with him.
“So, you don’t remember?” His deep voice echoed lightly.
“Like I said earlier, it’s none of your business how I got involved with the club,” she snapped.
Leonardo turned away from the mirror, walking slowly toward her.
“Don’t come any closer, I’m warning you,” she continued, still pointing the pen as if she were wielding a sword, ready for battle.
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