I've Become Rich And I Want Revenge

37. Choices

Leon knew he had crossed a line in the sand.

Worse still, he knew that there was a very real chance that he would pay with his life, if the delegate was in fact an imposter and a very obvious decoy that Sasha had planted in the middle of the scene.

What made him take courage and write down the distress call in his notebook was simple.

The image of his father.

Brittany was still a dirty, foul-mouthed, unscrupulous bitch and deserved to be treated as such, but she was right to say that no, Leon wouldn't stand by and watch the city turn to ashes, not if his father was right in the middle of the rubble.

How would Mr. Juan be now, finding himself alone in a city where he was the father of the poor little rich boy no one really cared about?

Standing next to his own team, clenching his fists as he remembered how he had been kidnapped and brought into that world of inescapable horror, Leon stared at Sasha without showing any fear or trepidation. Everyone there was silent, waiting patiently f