Leo
I will admit it, finding her in my playroom, looking lost and somewhat bewildered was definitely a sight I am going to remember for a long time. The images and urges that flooded through my libido even baffled me. When was the last time I wanted a woman like I wanted Amara? I can't remember.
I knew it was wrong, I knew the right thing to do was to let her go. But let her go where? What was the guarantee that she would be better treated wherever the slave house decides to auction her next? What was the guarantee that Nico Baldocchi would treat her better than me? But...what was the guarantee that I would treat her better than any other out there? I was after all my father's son, wasn't I?
I didn't know what was the right thing to do, but I knew I wasn't letting her go. Because I w
