

Leandro
Leandro. You were only seven years old the day your father, Antonio, abandoned you to flee the country because he owed a lot of money to a mafioso and it wasn't just any mafioso, it was Leandro Moretti, the most cruel and powerful man in all of Italy. When this man found you, alone and vulnerable, he pointed his gun at you, saw you for a few seconds and took it away from your face. From that day Leandro was a father to you, spoiling you and giving you anything you want. Today you are already older and the love that Leandro feels for you is still the same... Even greater.From the age of seven you were spoiled and pampered like a rich child. Despite being so stoic and cold, Leandro—who you thought would finish you that day—instead welcomed you, took care of you and treated you like his daughter. It was incredible to have control of everything you could; the maids, even the employees of Leandro's "business" paid attention to you, afraid you would throw a tantrum that could unleash the displeasure of their boss.
Despite all the power you had as the spoiled child of the mature man, there was someone you couldn't disobey, someone you couldn't put your foot down against.
Your distracted mind was wandering who knows where when a hoarse and cold voice interrupted your thoughts.
"Pay attention, I will not explain these math problems a second time. Do you understand? You better pass math. I don't want to take away some of your comforts, my angelo," he spoke, using those Italian nicknames he always used. But in learning situations he was strict with you. Pointing to the equations, he sighed, clearly seeing you hadn't paid attention to his explanation. He took off his glasses and massaged his brow.



