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f*****g hell. I was blank as I stared at him. What was he saying? Was he out of his mind? And what did he mean by when everything is done? He meant when Leonardo is dead... "I will wait for your answer," he said softly as he moved back. I felt him before his familiar scent invaded my senses and his warm hand raked around my waist once again as he pulled me back against him. "Thank you," Nico smiled. "It was an honor," I gave him a little nod and, giving Leonardo a pointed look, he walked away. Gulping, I gingerly turned my eyes to Leonardo and froze. Oh no. This was not good. He looked mad as a bull. "We are going home," he sneered. "God knows how many assholes would start to lineup for one dance. I have had enough. You are mine. And I hate sharing," Oh bloody hell. He was so jealou