Leonardo I’d always been in control of my reactions, at least publicly. My grandfather had driven any impulsive displays of emotion out of me since I was a child.In the words of Nicolas Ricci, emotion was weakness, and there was no room for weakness in the cutthroat world we lived in. What just occurred right now is not how I wanted it to go at all. Nova and Priscilla were not supposed to meet yet, or ever. As I stand on the driveway watching Nova's car leave after she successfully found her phone, all I can think of is how this short meeting may have unleashed a lot of havoc."Fuck," I yell angrily on my way inside. I'm not surprised to find Priscilla lurking around the entrance. I'm sure she watched the whole thing through the window, looking and hoping I slip up.I'm not stupid. I know what is at stake."Who's she?" Priscilla asks as I make my way to my room. I ignore her and I immediately hear the familiar sound of her footsteps following behind me. "I'm talking to you, Leonard
Nova Oh my God..."N-no it's... it's not possible." I stutter.Ghostface can't be Leonardo.He takes slow steps closer to me "Princess, let me explain." I want to yell and tell him not to touch me. But all I could do was stare at him as if a second head had magically sprouted next to his head."I... I don't know what to say." That was the truth, I'm too shocked to form coherent words."Say anything." It sounds like a pleaThe pieces begin to form clearly in my head. I'm still confused but there's enough to form a clear image in my head.My mind begins to unravel all that has happened and then I remember the first time I saw his eyes and how blue they were. I look up at him and all I'm met with is the regular shade of black that I've gotten accustomed to on Leonardo. "Take off the contacts," I demand.I don't care much for politeness right now. I'm surprised when he doesn't decline or try to ignore what I asked for. He takes the boring contacts out and places them on the table be
Nova I couldn't sleep well last night. I kept tossing and turning for some time during the night before unexpected sleep finally knocked me out. When I was awake all I could do was lay in bed trying to think of how my whole day suddenly went downhill in such a short period.First, it was my dad and Leo acting like they didn't know each other. And then finding out Leonardo is married... with a child! Oh, God. I kissed that man. I made out with him on my kitchen counter only to find out he was taken.Men are so fucking annoying. I trusted the fucker and he just laughed at me behind my back. How could I have been so stupid?"Ugh! Fucking hell, Nova!" I groan out loud. My phone chimes somewhere around me and I search around until I find it.UNKNOWN: You’re so pretty when you sleep.My heart drops when I read the text. I already knew the fucker was in my house from the glass of whiskey and mask on my nightstand, but his lack of shame enrages me. I feel the blood rush to my cheeks as fury
Leonardo Fuck. She’s so pretty when she thinks no one is watching.My little prey trudges into her bedroom, her tattered slippers dragging against the smooth stone floors. She’s tired. Dark circles are beginning to form underneath her eyes.I want to smooth them away, just to bring them back again. But I want her to be tired from staying up all night, taking my cock into her body until she’s depleted of all her strength. Even then, I’ll still fuck her.I deprived myself last time. Refused to touch her when she hadn’t earned that from me yet. I consider not touching her an act of mercy. She had just found out about my identity and about, Priscilla too. Everything was... intense if I may say so myself.My mind travels back to the night I watched her touch herself. The look on her face told me she wanted to fight me so hard initially, the anger and fire in her eyes only turning my blood to molten lava. The harder she fought her inner battles, the harder my cock fought against the co
Leonardo The screams of pain bouncing around the cement walls are getting a tad annoying. Sometimes it sucks being the hacker and the enforcer. I really fucking enjoy hurting people, but tonight, I have no goddamn patience for this whiny asshole. And normally, I have the patience of a saint. I know how to wait for what I want most. But when I’m trying to get some real answers and the dude’s too busy shitting his pants and crying to give me a coherent response, I get a little testy.“This knife is about to go halfway through your eyeball,” I warn. “I’m not even going to show you any mercy and shove it all the way through to your brain.”“Fuck, man,” he cries. “I told you that I just went to the hotel a few times to drop off some packages. I don’t know anything about some fucking meeting.”“So, you’re useless is what you’re saying,” I surmise, inching the blade toward his eye. He squeezes them shut as if skin that’s no thicker than a centimeter is going to prevent the knife from g
Leonardo The bass from the music is all-consuming. It feels like the beat is coming from inside my chest. I never quite got used to the volume in clubs.I make my way through the throng of grinding couples, drunk girls shaking their asses, and obnoxious douchebags wearing too much cologne with a mountain of gel in their hair. Oh God, one even has his button-up parted so he can show off the gold chain dangling on his hairy, overly tanned chest. Ghostface is a role model very few manage to do justice to when they imitate him. They can stick their faces in a pile of coke but don’t exhibit the same finesse while doing so. My hood is pulled over my head, concealing my identity as I make my way up the metal stairs. The same metal steps Nova climbed up not too long ago with another man’s hand wrapped around hers.I enjoyed sawing off one hand and would definitely do it again. Looks like I need to remind her, it's been a while.I took my phone out of my pocket and I decided to send he
Nova “How was your night?” His gruff voice filled my ears as he looked up from his phone when I entered the room where I was supposed to be spending the night. Surprisingly enough, it didn't startle me. And I'm sure he notices it too because he smirks and continues to repeatedly play with the lighter in his right hand.“I don't have time for this.” I unbuttoned my coat and hung it on the brass tree by the door. It took me two tries, thanks to the tremble in my hand. I seem to have one nowadays.It’s the cold. I could blame it on that, or I can be honest about the fact that my hands tremble when I'm around him. The slight shake in my fingers when the memory of our shared night fills my mind or when he's nearby. Stop. Don’t think about it."I'll have your door blocked again. Make sure it stays that way." I cracked a fake smile. I was too tired tonight. I'd never own up to it, but I appreciate him stepping up and helping me. But I also feel like my house would not have been broken into
Leonardo The next day, I accompanied Nova back to her house after the guys I sent over to block her door told me it was ready. And by accompany, I mean I drove her to her place and didn't leave despite her scowls and eagerness to send me away. I'm surprised she hasn't put the pieces of how she got this house together yet. Or she has and decided to ignore it.I know my girl, she's capable of blissful ignorance. After she realized I wasn't going to leave anytime soon she left and went upstairs to take a shower while I lounged in her living room nursing a glass of bourbon. I'll admit, Edward Carter may be a shitty man and a horrible father, but the bastard had good taste in bourbon. I drop the glass on the table before crossing my hands behind my head and letting it rest there. My mind strays to a naked Nova upstairs, lathered in soap as her dark skin glistens with water. -- Fuck, I promised myself I'll hold back on any thoughts about Nova, that'll have my cock hard as steel.I