Chapter 132: (Hundred) Thirty One

The house was quiet when Leo returned. Gently, he wheeled his way to the elevator doors, Martino following right behind him. To assist him.

If Leo was to rank all the depressing things that have happened to him, being paralyzed would take the cake. 

Paralyzed. Injured. Confined to a wheelchair. There were fancy ways to describe how useless he had become, always needing help from others. Even the unfathomable authority of the mafia king was now meaningless, as useless as his legs were. 

Martino moved in front of him to push the elevator button but froze when he heard footsteps approaching them then Fernanda's voice echoed in from a distance, calling out Leo's name.

Leo steered around to face his grandmother as she neared.

" Leo, where have you been? The workers said it had been hours since you left." Fernanda said, coming closer.

" I went out to settle some things," Leo responded as Fernanda hurled her arms around him, hugging him. Her nose crinkled at the smell of smoke on his clothes. 

" Why do you smell like smoke?" Fernanda released him from her embrace and stared him straight in the eyes.

Leo peered into her bright eyes orbs, similar to that of the monster, and smiled.

" I almost had to burn something irrelevant. You know, things that shouldn't have existed in the first place." Leo held her gaze as he spoke. In a way, he wasn't lying. He did set something on fire, something he honestly believed was irrelevant.

Fernanda didn't smile back. She knew Leo too much to be easily swayed by his half-baked story.

She sighed. " Leo."

" I'm fine, Grandma. " Leo chopped off her words. " I'm fine."

He rotated his chair away from her, heading for the elevator.

She let out another sigh. " Aria said you stopped making appointments with her for over two months now." 

Aria was his therapist and the only reason he went to her for counseling in the past was because they both shared some gloomy events in the past.

Leo paused once more and exhaled. " I don't need her anymore. I'm perfectly fine."

He wasn't. Even though he knew he wasn't, he still said otherwise because deep down— in the darkest part of his heart— he was afraid of admitting that he wasn't okay.

Fernanda stared at his back for seconds, in silence and when Leo realized she wasn't going to say anything more, he resumed moving away.

" Go get changed." The tone of her voice dropped. " We wouldn't want her coming to catch you smelling like smoke. She might not like to hear what you burnt."

Hours passed. Leo laid in bed, dressed in clothes that didn't smell like blood and smoke as he stared at nothing.

You are no different from Dominic.

Fabio's words echoed repeatedly in Leo's head, provoking him by the passing second. 

Dominic.

All Leo ever wanted in his life was to never be like that man, to destroy him as revenge for everything he had done. Rage and hate coursed through Leo's veins as he remembered all the torture he endured, all the mindfucks, all the molding he went through. All because of Dominic. The same person he was being compared to. The person who carved a monster from a boy.

Unconsciously, Leo's hands grappled the sheets, fitting it. The man he abhorred with every fiber of body was the same man he was now being compared to.

Bullshit. 

Fabio, and whoever else in hell that had that mindset was wrong. Absolutely wrong. They were so worry and it was the reason they were all dead now. He killed all of them.

Breathe in and out. In and then out.

Leo shut his eyes as he took deep breaths to calm down, to relax. Loosen up. Only God knew how hard it was for him to do so. He still heard the low, maniacal laugh of that monster. Dark. Spine-chilling. Demonic. The type of shit you would see in a horror film, only this wasn't a film. It really happened and would forever keep replaying in Leo's head. To torture him as though Dominic didn't already do enough damage.

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Slowly, the door to the room creaked open and Leo's grips on the sheets loosened instantly but his eyes remained closed. Only two could and had the right to enter his room without knocking first. His grandmother and Becca. He didn't want either of them to see him like this. He didn't even like seeing himself like this.

Becca peeped into the room and smiled when she saw Leo laying on the bed. His eyes were shut, probably trying to take a nap. 

Quietly, she tiptoed in, holding her heels in hand so she wouldn't disturb him but before she could make it half way into the room, Leo opened his eyes. She froze and he smiled.

" Welcome home." He greeted and she smiled, changing her walking destination from the closet to the bed, to him.

Leo's smile widened as Becca neared, his eyes that burnt with rage and resentment a few seconds ago now shone with euphoria. Passion. Desire. All for Becca. Only because of Becca.

She got on bed and laid on her side next to him, facing him. Smiling, she trailed her finger along his sharp jaw, his chin, down his neck.

" I thought about you all day." She bit her lower lip right after those maddening words streamed out of it and he couldn't help grinning like an idiot as her finger plodded down his body, slinking lower and lower and lower, leaving a trail of warmth lingering in every part of him that she touched.

" Really now? What part of me did you think of much?" Leo adjusted on the bed, leaning his back on the headboard.

His eyes darkened as he held her gaze, happily indulging in her attempts to flirt and him. To him, she honestly didn't even have to try because he would always be down to do anything with her. He would always be ready for her.

She leaned closed to him, her lips hovering right over his. " Every inch of you."

Pink blazed on Becca's cheeks as his arms curled around her, making her shyness more evident and Leo licked his lips, biting on a laugh.

A shy seductress. How cute.

Her soft lips met his warm ones, encircling her hands around his neck. Gradually, her lips began moving on his, stroking his tongue with hers. Teasing him and he let her fun.

Becca's long silky hair cascaded, his face, his shoulders as they devoured each other's lips in a fiery kiss, as if venting all their lust for each other into this one moment. 

Their lips parted, giving them time to breathe and Leo took the time to admire her, again. He had lost count of how many times he had done that. It was something he knew he would never stop doing or get tired of doing.

" You seem to be in a good mood today." Leo breathed and Becca giggled.

" I'm always in a good mood around you."

Her lips remained looming over Leo's, his warm breaths on her face churning her insides. She squeezed her thighs.

" You weren't this willing yesterday at lunch." He chuckled and earned himself a light, playful jab on the shoulder.

" You fingered me at the dinning table when your grandmother was present." Becca said, reprimanding him for his mischiefs. It was a good thing she didn't cum. She wouldn't know how to keep a straight face through that.

" So? It's not like you didn't enjoy." He said and before Becca could think of a suitable lie, his hands were already prowling all over her body. 

Becca's mind went blank as his hand snaked underneath her dress, heat smoldering her cheeks.

She blinked at him, lips agape. " What are you-"

" Shh, let me finish what I started." He silenced her with a kiss. 

Leo crept his hand up her thigh, smiling against her lips he felt how wet her panties were. She let him pull her panties off and once that was finally out of the way, he slipped two fingers into her wet folder and she couldn't help but roll her eyes to the back of her head. 

His fingers lingered at the opening, never really deeper didn't how much her moans begged him to. After a while of bitter torture, he began moving his fingers inside. Her soft moans flooded his ears, beckoning him to continue his onslaught and he gladly obliged, gave her what she wanted. What she needed. He fingered her hard and fast and it didn't take long for the pressure to start building up in her core. 

The walls of her vagina clenched around his fingers and she gasped, the orgasm rippling through her. She shuddered as come, coating his hand with her juices.

He kept fingering her, only stopping when her orgasm subsidized. He smiled the rapid rising and falling of her chest as she tried to catch her breath.

" My bandage will be removed in a few days." Leo said and Becca smiled.

" Yeah, your therapist is amazed by how fast you are recovering." She place her hand to the side of his facee and he welcome her touch.. " I proud of you."

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