Page 12 of Fierce Secrets

I scrolled through the texts, deliberately ignoring the ones from Logan. Sofia's messages grew increasingly frantic until the last one.

Gray finally told me where you are. Call me!!!

As if on cue, my phone lit up with her call.

"Sof—"

"Where the hell have you been? Are you okay? Gray said you're with Leo fucking Donati? What happened with Logan? I'm coming to see you right now. You can come to mine."

Sof had always had a strange dislike of Leo, although she had never elaborated why, something to do with how her family's business had clashed with his at one point.

"She's not leaving the penthouse today." Leo's voice was firm, having overheard Sof's loud voice through my speaker. "Enforced rest and relaxation."

"Was that him?" Sofia demanded. "Put him on."

I held the phone out to Leo, who took it with a slight eye roll. "Sofia."

Whatever she said made his lips twitch. "She's not leaving here. She's safe with me." His icy eyes looked bored with the conversation already. "Yes, you can come here. Bring her some clothes." He listened for a moment before relaying the building's address. "Upper penthouse. Roman will escort you up."

Leo handed the phone back to me, then rose from the bed and moved toward the door. "Breakfast is on the way. Go shower – there's a robe in the bathroom you can use."

"Mer?" Sofia's voice drew my attention back. "I'll be there in an hour. And honey? I'm so sorry about Logan. But maybe being with Leo isn't the worst thing right now."

I watched Leo's retreating form, remembering how it felt to be held by him. "Yeah," I whispered. "Maybe it's not."

The robe Leomentioned was black silk, probably worth more than my entire wardrobe. I cinched it tight, trying not to dwell on how he'd held me this morning.

Not to mention that memory of my father. I knew he'd been bad news from the few fragmented memories I had, but that harsh one had hit hard.

When I emerged from the bathroom, the smell of coffee and pastries filled the air. Leo stood at the kitchen counter, dressed in navy blue suit, looking completely on point despite me having been in the bathroom. Was there another one I didn't know about where he'd freshened up and slicked his hair? Or did he just wake up looking like a male model daily?

The dangerous businessman was back, no trace of the man who'd held me through my panic attack.

I shoved the thoughts aside as I strode towards the kitchen.

"Sit," Leo commanded, sliding a takeaway cup of coffee across the marble counter. "Two sugars, splash of cream."

I blinked, surprised. "You remember how I take my coffee?"

His only response was to open a box from my favorite bakery, revealing an assortment of pastries. Right. The man who remembered my love of eggnog ice cream would naturally remember my coffee preference too. But all of this, things I may have told him in passing or he'd taken note of over the years, it was impressive, and oddly sweet.

"About earlier..." I started, picking up a chocolate croissant.

"Don't." His tone was firm but not unkind. "You needed someone. I was there."

"Right."

His eyes met mine, something dark and unreadable in their depths. Before he could say anything else, the intercom buzzed by the fridge.

"Ms. Savoca is here," Roman's voice came through the speaker.

Leo turned and pressed a button. "Send her up."

"She's early," I noted, glancing at the clock.

"She's worried." He moved toward the entrance. "As she should be."

The elevator doors opened directly into the penthouse, revealing Sofia in all her whirlwind glory. She carried several bags and looked ready to wage war.

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