Chapter 11
Leon
I find myself at the airport on a whim and know that I am going to follow through and buy a ticket back to Romania. There are so many reasons I need to leave Miami even though all I want to do is go back to Anton’s and kiss the fuck out of Bethany until she gets what I am trying to tell her. but I know that it’s; wrong. Even if I cannot agree with them about hoe to handle Noah. I do know that they are right on some things. She does need to start being more independent and handling problems on her own. I know she has been going to therapy and has probably been told just that. She should be exploring her independence and personality right now so that’s he doesn’t fall back into old patterns.
It’s hard for me to let her do that because I simply want to swoop in and take care of her. With me, it’s really all or nothing when it comes to women, which is as the reason I have not dated for a long time, I am intense, and not only can a lot of women not handle me, but I am picky about who I give that part of myself to. And while last night may have happened too fast, I can’t get it out of my head because it was so fucking perfect. She is an angel.
I go up to the desk and find out there is a flight leaving for Paris in a few hours where I can then connect with a flight to Bucharest. I pay for it and text Anton so that he can have one of his men bring my bags to me. I am sure he won’t mind. We have spent some guy time together, and I am overdue to be back home before the king and queen of the mafia squish me like a bug for not handling my affairs.
It doesn’t have to be goodbye forever, but I can give her some space while I take care of what I need to. Plus, that way I am not tempted to have a repeat of last night before she is truly ready. The next time we are together, and I am determined there will be a next time, it will be 100 percent the right timing.
I sit down in a cafe and order a coffee, having mixed my fix this morning due to our little fight, and I pull out my phone again, knowing there is a call I need to make before I can get on that plane.
I find the name Moretti in my phone knowing that they will help me do what needs to be done, even if I have to pay a high price for it. The Moretti brothers ran the Arcane, an assassin group that is cutting a deal with the Clans in order to work for us, and in exchange, we are having their sister marry one of ours to solidify the union of the two groups. Being assassins, they are also great at reconnaissance. They are like ghosts, Salvatore especially. And seeing that he has had to protect his wife, Aria, from some of the worst men on the planet, he will understand my plight.
When I call, it goes to him directly. he likes taking his own calls and choosing which jobs to take. He and I are the same like that - control freaks.
"Leon, what can I help you with?" he asks, and I can almost hear the smile in his voice. he is such a sick fuck, living for this shit.
"Well, I hate to break it to you, but I don’t have a kill for you today - at least not yet." I chuckle at the thought of getting to off Noah, but I would want to do it my way if the time came. "I have been in Miami for a bit and need to get back to Romani for about six weeks to handle business affairs. The problem is that my girlfriend’s ex-husband keeps harassing her. Sending her gifts and shit after he showed up at her hotel room after she left him to beat her up when she wouldn’t come back. I wondered fi you could put eyes on him while I am gone, keep her safe, you know."
"Leon Gabor ha a girlfriend?" Salvatore teases. I roll my eyes. I should be expecting this from almost everyone because I am notorious for not dating.
"I very much do, and I am sure you can understand how important his is."
"I do," he says finally returning to his serious tone. "Just give me the name and we will work out the details once you land back in rlania."
"Noah Wolf."
"I'll have eyes on him but the end of the day."
"Thanks, Sal."
I hang up just as I see my luggage being brought in to me. I tip Anton’s men and go ahead and go through security, knowing it might take a while. I want to just get on the flight and sleep and dream of the woman I am temporarily leaving behind.
***
I have kept myself busy for three days, only stopping to get a few hours of sleep each night. I have thrown myself into my work for more than one reason. The first is that even the small amount of time I have been away has put me so behind. I have men I can trust to run things for sure, but no one is as good as me. But it also to please the king and queen. I don’t need them to push me into an arranged marriage right now. I want to be allowed the time to ease my way back into the good graces with Bethany and win over her heart eventually once she’s ready.
This is thee first time I have a moment to myself, and I find myself on social media, scrolling around on Bethany’s profile. She has enough of it set to public that I can search through old posts and old photos, which I know is a bit stalkerish, but what is a guy to do? I can’t get her off my mind, a nd I feel like maybe I might find something on here some kind of clue as to who she really is so that I can sue that to get a foot back in.
I know that she is struggling with finding herself again after two years of being remolded into someone she wasn’t for the pleasure of a man that really didn’t cherish her anyway. He was just using her to look good on his arm and maybe to have control.
Do I like control? Yes, I am a complete control freak, but that isn’t love. Love is selfless. It is doing things for the other person always and never yourself. That so the only kind of control you are going to get in a true successful relationship.
I behind to run across older phots of her, and I can almost see the progression from who she was to whose he is now but backwards.
It looks like she has a couple of photos with her purple hair on here bit nothing in the last year other than that. Though, I can see when the boob job came into play, which was evidentially before she and Noah were even married. Her hair eas dyed before then as well.
I get almost three years back before I get a full body shot and really see what she used to be like. I have to smile at it because it’s almost like I can see this person inside of her when I look at her and she puts her walls down for me.
In this picture she is a blonde, and it looks natural with he way the sunlight of the beach is hitting it and showing all the naturelle various of color. It is rare to find a woman with such beautiful golden locks naturally. Not that’s he loos bad with the purple wither. It’s pretty fucking hot.
I notice that her butt is small but still rounded as she poses in a bathing suit. Her chest is flat, though, and her nose is crooked. But it’s actually pretty cute to see her like that. And she looks happy in the photo.
As they say, a phot speaks a thousand words…
Sure, she has that frail athletic look, pretty thin but taken care of, tan skin from tome on the beach and a mis of straight stands of hair and natural waves. But it is sometimes the flaws that makes a person who they are. There was nothing to warrant a change, and it makes me mad not for the first time.
But instead of allowing toi to simmer, id decide to try something else entirely. I like my favorite three phots I see back here and then leave a comment.Beautiful smile.
I don’t know if she will reply or even see it, but if nothing else maybe it will help her begin to love herself a little again. I could be content with that.