“What do you mean?” Leonardo asked as he watched his ever mysterious uncle. Even though he doesn’t like the energy that emanated from the very first day they met, he didn’t have much choice, did he?At this point of his life, everyone wanted to corner him at one point or another. Ravenna…Domenico….especially his junior brother.“How about we trap your little brother….teach him a thing or two.” He raised his brow in a mischievous smile as Leonardo watched him calmly, his next question brewing in his mind.“Why do you want to help me?” “Because it is your right.” He said with a cold gaze as his tone turned bitter. “Right from time, people like Domenico, his father always sought for things not meant for them, taking over other people’s inheritance.” He said, as he started looking in a daze as he shifted his gaze to Leonardo as his lips curved into a creepy smile.“Sorry I’m talking about your father like that.” He said as Leonardo shook his head. “It’s fine. I never knew him. I just kn
Leonardo dropped the telephone as he rushed out of the room, grabbing his car keys as he made his way towards the exit of the mansion. He wasn’t sure what all this was about—Lucian’s death and what Valentine was blabbering about—there must be a connection. He needed to see Valentine and talk things out.To his surprise, he found Valentine standing at the doorway, waving at him with a smile. “Hi, dear cousin,” Valentine said casually as Leonardo raised a brow, completely stunned.“How are—" he started to say, but Valentine shushed him and placed a hand on his shoulder, turning him back into the house.“You look stunned, cousin. Did you see a ghost or something?” Valentine started, but Leonardo brushed off his hand, his face now grim with anger.“What did you do?” Leonardo asked, not sure why he was angry, feeling foolish for meeting with this man at first.Valentine watched him for a while, stunned by Leonardo’s sudden reaction. His parted lips showed that. Then Valentine closed them a
“Tell us, Mr Domenico Santoro, why would an important figure like yourself want to kill someone like Mr Lucian kings?” The large eyed detective that sat across the table thag separated Damian and him in the questioning room where they’ve been for the past thirty minutes with Damian listening to the unending questions of the detective as to why he killed Lucian.Damian stared at him with that non chalant way he did since the questioning began. “Inasmuch as I hate to repeat myself.” He started fo say in an almost angry tone. “I will say it again. And my answer is I don’t know shit.” He sneered. “And I will only talk to my lawyer. The faster you understand this, the better for all of us.” Damian said as he shifted his gaze to the name tag that was hooked on his uniform. “Mr Fabio….”He completed in an irritated tone. He was already pissed that the police had barged into his house at almost dawn, arresting him based on the charge of Lucian’s death. It was crazy because he hadn’t expected
“Ain’t you the smartest?” Damian asked with a bored smile as Valentine chuckled. “Why do u sense sarcasm?” He asked as Damian shrugged.“Oh….”Valentine smiled sheepishly. “You were being sarcastic.” He said as Damain scoffed. “But you would get busy in this four walls in a few minutes and not have time to be sarcastic, Dear Domenico.” He said with a now straight face as Damain forced himself to maintain the mocking smile on his lips.“Step down and I will give you your freedom in a flash.” Valentine said with a stern voice, his face serious.“And if not?” Damian asked as Valentine watched him in silence, as amusement creeped in his eyes, and then he smiled. “I like the fact that you are trying to reason this whole issue and not okay dumb.” He said but Damian didn’t reply.“In simple word, you are keeping quiet and listening me, at the same time, considering my offer because your cornered, right?” He asked with a cheesy smile.Damian didn’t say anything for a while as he shifted his gaz
“I don’t care.” The words resounded in Damain’s head so many times as he closed his eyes lightly in disappointment. The sound of his footsteps retreating added to his pain.When he opened them again. The door opened to reveal a uniform man. “Mr Domenico.” The police officer started to say, but he was completely interested.“Your lawyer is here and your have been released on bail.” He said as Damian forced himself not to scoff.Valentine has somehow got someone in power to intentionally put him here to humiliate him but coming here to see him. He knew better. The bloody case wasn’t strong enough to keep him here.As Damian made himself to the outside desk in the front part of the station, he saw Elena seating where people sat when they are waiting for anyone.She quickly stood up and rushed towards her boss.“I’m so sorry, boss. I didn’t come earlier because…..”“It’s fine. It’s not your fault. I need to get out of here.” He cut her short while a confused Elena was shocked that Damian
Look who’s here." Amiri walked down the stairs following the butler who had just opened the door for Damian and Elena. It was still hard for Elena to believe any of this was a coincidence."Did you both plan to meet earlier?" Elena whispered to her boss, who had his eyes fixed on Amiri as the other man grinned from ear to ear, as if his wish had just been granted."Welcome to my humble abode." He spread his arms as if to hug Damian, who just stared at him, hand in his pocket, regarding him with a cool smile.Amiri's smile turned into an incredulous laughter as he dropped his arms. "Ah…I’ve forgotten. How dare I..." He started with a feigned hurt look. "Hug the almighty Domenico Santoro," he chuckled in a mocking tone."I’m pleased to see you well again, Amiri." Damian could see genuine shock on Amiri's face as he stretched out his right hand for a handshake, a slight smile tugging at his lips.The smile on Amiri's face started to fade slowly, and he seemed to be fighting hard to maint
“I can’t believe this.” Amiri staggered back, unconsciously locating a sofa behind him and sitting down. His hand slowly moved to hold his face, the news making his whole body shudder, hating how foolish he looked.“It’s okay if you feel embarrassed,” Damian said nonchalantly as Amiri raised his head to look at him in an uneasy manner.“Sorry,” he feigned a smile. “I didn’t mean it that way,” he added as Amiri sighed, smacking his lips together, looking away to avoid revealing how disgruntled he felt to Damian.“So?”Amiri raised his head to look at him. “What? You want me to pay back?” He asked as Damian watched him with an amused look.“What?” Amiri asked, his apprehension growing by the minute. He always portrayed himself to everyone as this strong-hearted person, deeply revered in the underground world. But this man knew how to effortlessly get to him, making some part of his life seem to almost revolve around him.“You must think so lowly of me,” Damian said with a soothing tone,
“We’re here, boss”. Carlos said thriugh the rear mirror as he tried to discern what was going on in his boss’s head who looked pale through out the ride.“Oh…”He replied absentmindedly as Carlos quickly got off the passenger’s sit at the front.He opened up the back seat for his boss and waited, but it seemed Amiri was still in deep thought.“Boss.” He called again as Amiri snapped out of his reverie and turned to see Carlos watching him with a mixture of worried and careful gaze.“What’s with the look?” Amiri got off the car as he straightened his well tailored suit, as he out his shade one, Carlos closing the door again. “You don’t look too well boss.” He said as Amiri started to walk down the small path that was paved in the middle of the cementry where Lucian’s funeral was supposed to hold.“Today is Ravenna’s dad funeral.” He said, without sparing him a glance as he moved ahead.“I didn’t realize you both were that close for you to feel Lucian’s death.” Carlos said as Amiri sto