Leo’s POV
I should’ve stayed home that morning and buried myself back inside Alessia, kissed her until she forgot about the twisted life I’d pulled her into, and pretended for one goddamn hour that the world outside didn’t want to see me dead.
But I didn’t.
Because I’m Leo f*****g Moretti and I don’t run from storms instead I build empires in the middle of them.
Still, the office felt colder lately. Not in temperature, hell no! The place was wrapped in imported Italian suede and blood money but the air had shifted into a kind of tension that told you someone had crossed a line and didn’t expect the knife to come flying back.
Viktor.
That son of a b***h never missed a chance to crawl out of his cave, especially when the enemies I had long buried started arising and circling me. I’d r
