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With those hasty words, I quickly left while dialing Antonio’s number.
“Where are you?” I demanded.
“I’ll soon be right there. Turning round the corner in less than five minutes.”
As I hurried out of the venue, my heart still raced from the intense encounter with Sophia.
The enchanting atmosphere surrounding us moments ago now felt distant and fragmented, replaced by the urgency of the moment and the truth that had been unveiled.
My heart raced as I reached the street corner where Antonio's car was about to turn. Spotting Antonio's familiar face behind the wheel, relief washed over me as I hurriedly got into the car.
"Antonio, where's Leo?" I asked, the urgency in my voice betraying the turmoil inside me.
Antonio cast me a glance, sensing the gravity of the situation. "He's waiting for us at his place."
With bated breath, I watched as the car sped toward Leo's location, my heart pounding with anticipation.
Soon enough, we arrived at Leo's apartment building. Without wasting a moment, I practically leaped out of the car and rushed to the door.
My heart was racing, ready to face the uncertain path ahead. I felt a surge of resolve. The time had come to confront the past, to unearth the truth that had remained hidden for too long.
Sophia's presence, our shared moment, and the intensity of our connection all felt like distant memories, overshadowed by the urgency of the truth that had been revealed to me.
Leo was there, standing in his doorway, his expression somber. I met his gaze, my eyes seeking answers.
"Matteo," Leo greeted me, his voice low and serious. "Come in. I have the information you need."
My pulse quickened as I followed Leo into his apartment, the air heavy with years of unanswered questions.
As we settled in his living room, Leo wasted no time. "I found out something concerning your father's death, Matteo."
His words hung in the air, heavy with significance. My father's death had always been a lingering mystery, a wound never fully healed.
"Tell me," I urged, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions within me.
Leo's gaze met mine, his eyes holding a mixture of sympathy and determination.
“Your father’s death wasn’t an accident.Era pianificato (It was planned).”
What? My father’s death was planned?
“Who?!” I couldn’t control my facial expression as I stepped closer to Leo. “Who dared to kill my father?”
“Calm down.”
“Calm down! You’re telling me to calm down!Come puoi aspettarti che mi calmi (How can you expect me to calm down)?!”
“Matteo,” Antonio put his hand on my shoulder and tried to calm me. “We know you’re angry, but you must be levelheaded for this.”
With his grip on my shoulder, Antonio turned me around and faced me. He gently pushed me backward until the back of my knee collided with the couch, and I fell on the furniture.
“No matter who did it, they will pay for it.”
I took deep breaths as I tried to center myself. Antonio was right. Shouting and demanding things wasn’t going to help the matter. Neither was it going to bring my father back.
“Hai ragione (You are right),” I turned to face Leo. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have shouted at you.”
Leo snorted and gave me an amused, albeit sad, smile. “It’s not your fault. I understand.”
