THE DON'S OBSESSION

LEONARDO'S POV;

~ A Week Later ~

"Leonardo!" my father screamed across the phone as soon as I picked up.

"What is it, dad?" I asked urgently because I could hear cries and pleas in the background.

"It's Iker. He's been murdered." He said and I felt my world stopped. I didn't know when I stood up and raced out of my office to the parking lot. I rushed to the hospital address Luis sent to me on my way to the hospital.

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I pushed open the hospital room door, my heart racing with anticipation. I had been waiting for what felt like an eternity to see my brother, Iker. The beeping of machines and the antiseptic smell of the hospital hit me like a blow to my ego.

As I entered the room, I saw the doctor standing beside Iker's bed, a somber expression on his face. My mother and father were seated in the corner, their eyes red-rimmed from crying.

"Leonardo," the doctor said, his voice low and gentle. "I'm so sorry. We did everything we could, but...Iker didn't make it."

I felt like I had been run over by a truck. The air was sucked out of my lungs, and I couldn't breathe. I stumbled forward, my eyes fixed on Iker's lifeless body.

Twenty-one bullet wounds. That's what the doctor told me. Twenty-one times, someone tried to kill my best friend who was like a brother to me. And they had succeeded.

I felt a scream building in my throat, but it came out as a sob. I collapsed onto the bed, wrapping my arms around Iker's lifeless body. My mother and father rushed to my side, trying to comfort me, but I pushed them away.

I couldn't believe this was happening. Iker, my childhood best friend, my greatest companion was gone. I had always been the strong one, the one who never showed emotion. But now, I couldn't hold it in.

I burst out crying, great, racking sobs that shook my entire body. My entire family stared at me in shock, tears streaming down their own faces.

"Leonardo, oh my god," my mother whispered, trying to hug me.

But I pushed her away, unable to bear anyone's touch. I was consumed by grief, by anger, by a sense of helplessness.

Iker was gone, and I would never see him again. The thought was too much to bear.

As I cried, I felt like I was losing myself, like I was drowning in a sea of despair. But I couldn't stop. I couldn't stop crying, couldn't stop screaming, couldn't stop feeling the overwhelming pain of losing my best friend.

The room around me became a blur, a haze of tears and sorrow. I was alone in my grief, lost in a world of pain and regret.

And as I wept, I knew that nothing would ever be the same again. My best friend was gone, and I was left to pick up the pieces of a shattered life but I won't. I want revenge. I will avenge his death.

~ Two Weeks Later ~

After investigating Iker's death, all the clues of the suspected killer led to Carlos, someone I once considered a brother, a friend since childhood. We once shared laughter, adventures, and secrets. But the moment I was chosen as the Capo of Los Vèlez de Oro, he became jealous of me because he couldn't bear to bow down to me. And now his ambition and greed consumed him, driving him to cross a line that can never be uncrossed.

Iker and I tried to shield Carlos from his own destructive path, but he chose to kill the one person who I loved unconditionally. Iker's murder is a wound that will never fully heal.

Carlos's actions have awakened a pain within me. I will not rest until justice is served, until those responsible for Iker's death face the consequences of their actions.

I will find Carlos, and I will make sure he pays for the life he took. In vengeance and sorrow, I will seek justice for my friend, my Iker.

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"Leonardo, we found Carlos's hideout." Lorenzo said, coming into my room.

"Get our men ready for war." I said in a very horrifying tone. Then I walked past him and went downstairs to inform my family to get ready for war.

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When we reached Carlos' hideout, we crouched below the window, holding our breath to stay out of sight. My pulse was racing, every sound feeling louder than it should. I heard Carlos talking and then all of a sudden, I heard a familiar voice. It stopped me for a second, stirring something deep inside. But I pushed it down, pretending I hadn't heard it, even though it lingered in the back of my mind.

I tried to shut it out, to ignore the ache that spread through my chest, but Leocardio's grip on my hand forced me to listen. And what I heard shattered me. Ximena.

Ximena, the woman I loved, the woman I thought was carrying my child, the woman I plan to spend the rest of my life with, was standing in Carlos's hideout, plotting against me. The words cut deep, each one a razor-sharp blade that sliced through my heart.

"Oh Bebé, I know how stressful living besides that brat Leonardo is..." Carlos's voice dripped with resentment, and Ximena's response was laced with venom.

"Carlos, get it done as soon as possible, please. I'm tired. I'm pregnant for God's sake." The anger in her voice was present, but it was nothing compared to the fury that burned within me.

And then Carlos's words dropped like a bombshell: "You know that I need you more than you need me. I promise, after all of this, I won't bother you and our baby anymore."

Our baby. The words echoed in my mind, a cruel taunt. The child Ximena carried was not mine, but Carlos's. I was shaken to my core, my breath knocked out of me.

Betrayal burned within me, a fire that threatened to consume me whole. I was torn between rage and heartbreak, my emotions in turmoil.

And then, a voice yelled from behind us, shattering the moment. "Hey!!! Who are you?" A tall guy emerged from the shadows, and my instincts took over. I shot him in a swift motion, the sound of gunfire echoing through the air.

As Carlos emerged from his hiding spot, my men opened fire, the sound of bullets flying through the air. I was numb, my heart frozen in a block of ice. I had to act, to take control of the situation as the boss, but all I could think about was Ximena's betrayal.