Leander's Fury

Leander checked his watch for the umptieth time in the half-hour ride. He was thinking about the woman he left in his bed.

Did she wake up? Did she eat her breakfast?

And he remembered that juicy sight he was blessed upon by that woman. He let out a deep sigh crossing his legs. It appears that his brain would react the same way to the memory of that event too.

"Steve, what happened to her clothes?" he asked. He would need her size and the types of clothes she likes.

"Umm… Capo, we disposed of them as you ordered," Steve said after a short pause. Leander was the one who asked him to burn everything of hers so that no one would track her back to him. He wondered why he was asking about her clothes now.

He has well-adjusted to the fact that 'she' always means that woman. He would doubt at times that Leander has forgotten what that woman is capable of. But he didn't want to be too hard on Leander. He has never seen Leander happy in the years he worked for him.

Today, Leander was happy. And Steve knew it was because of that woman.

"I'll send someone to buy some clothes of her size. She's almost the same size as my daughter," Steve said.

Leander knitted his brows out of doubt. "Isn't your daughter still in elementary school?" he mumbled.

When Steve mentioned "size" all Leander could remember was the size of those jiggly bits on her chest. How could Steve's daughter be the same size as that well-developed woman? Steve knows nothing about women. Maybe his wife is the one doing all the shopping.

Steve didn't know what to say. His daughter is in eighth grade and probably is an inch or two taller than that woman. And she would almost weigh the same too. But Leander might not remember. His daughter grew a lot since the last time Leander saw her.

"Never mind, I'll buy them myself."

Before Steve could say anything, Leander stated. Steve nodded. He was not surprised. Leander must have planned on doing the shopping himself right from the start.

Leander's phone rang and it was from Lionel. His face brightened up as he answered the call.

"Yo!!! What up, what up, Leo, my friend!!!" Lionel shouted from the other end and Leander leaned away from the phone. Even though his phone was not on speaker mode, he could hear Lionel's voice from a dozen inches away.

"Please don't make me deaf, Nellie," Leander placed the phone back in his ear after reducing the volume.

"Soooo, my dearest Leo!!!" Lionel shouted. "You've finally found a woman to share your bed?"

Leander's throat went dry. "What nonsense…" Leander cleared his throat. "It's nothing like that," Leander grumbled. He wiped his mouth with his hand as he found himself perspiring.

Leave it to Lionel to find vulgarity in anything.

He knew Lionel kept track of everything happening around here. He needed to be aware of what was happening around here for the sake of his safety. But to already get information about that woman, and for him to put it "that" way…

"So, it is serious as I predicted…" Lionel's voice trailed off. "So, she's to share your heart then?"

Leander kept his silence. He didn't want to give shape to Lionel's delusions.

Lionel's voice softened considerably after that and Leander had to increase the volume in his phone. "I heard she's…" he paused for a second to let out a sigh. "It's high time you move on from the girl in your heart…" he mumbled.

"She is nothing like Helena Palatini. So don't ever compare them," Leander said. He didn't understand why everyone thinks that she looks like that woman.

Steve stiffened up by Leander's tone. If the Waldorf heir was here, Leander would have made him spit a tooth out of his mouth by now.

"I never mentioned her name… That woman never was…" Lionel sighed swallowing the rest of his sentence. "So…Did you manage to cajole her?" he asked.

Leander pressed his lips and rolled his shoulders. "I don't need your help," he mumbled wallowing in his defeat.

"You should be the one cajoling her! You're the one in love~"

"I am not in love with her!" Leander shouted. His voice held impatience.

He is not in love with that minion who is afraid of fluffy cats. He can…never fall for her. She is an enemy of his family.

Lionel went silent and Leander thought that the line went dead. He was about to end the call when Lionel spoke.

"So, what's going on? Are they going to announce your brother's bride, Leo?" Lionel asked.

"What? I don't get you…"

"Oh? The grand dinner party arranged by the Kastello family… I was asked to return to attend the party along with my father. I thought it was something important, especially after the news about your brother…" Lionel sounded confused. "Why do they want me there then…?"

If it was an important party, Leander should be the first to know it. If he doesn't, then…

"No, Nellie…This party… When is it?" Leander asked.

"In a week. All the big families are invited, or so I was told by my father. But…I'll investigate it more…Bye," Lionel ended the call before Leander could question him more.

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"Come on, drink more, little brother!" Evander poured more scotch for Leander.

Leander leaned to his ears. "Drinking will hinder recovery," he whispered.

Evander might tell everyone that he is not hurt, but he is hurt. He should be careful so as not to worry their mother.

"Who is recovering?" Karl Ferguson, a friend of Evander asked.

Evander glared at Leander for trying to out his secret. Leander clenched his jaws. Evander is stupid as always.

"It's the young lion who got hurt," Evander said pressing on Leander's injured shoulder. Leander clenched his jaws not wanting to react and give Evander the satisfaction.

"The c*nt I was with that night… she attacked him, with a knife. He barely saved his d*ck… p*ssy..." Evander laughed. And so did the other men there.

"Oh, wow!" Karl was intrigued. "You tamed a wild one? Who was it?" he asked.

Leander fisted his hands.

"Yeah, she was so…fierce and voluptuous…" Evander licked his lips. "Her hairless c*nt…So tasty… so tight and… juicy… She gave a sick head, I'll tell ya…I still feel her tongue around me…Ugh! Never had a slicker hole like that before…Ah… If only Leander didn't interfere…"

*crash*

Leander slammed the glass he had in his hand on the table and walked out of the room. He felt sick listening to Evander.

And that woman...that nasty woman…

"Don't forget to bring your wh*re to the dinner next week, Leander!" Evander shouted as Leander opened the door. Without saying anything, Leander closed the door when Evander's voice slipped out.

"He has finally found a woman to mess with…"

Evander's comment was followed by the laughs of the other men in the room. Leander clenched his jaws and fisted his hands. Steve ran behind Leander not minding Evander asking him to stay.

The car ride back was silent.

"Capo, I think Evander is onto something… Mentioning that woman with~"

*Bam*

Leander punched the seat and Steve held his breath. He didn't want to speak one more word and set off Leander's fury.