Chapter 300 A Dance With Fate

Ella

The transition from the basement’s cool, rustic ambiance to the vibrancy of the party was almost jarring. As Logan and I re-entered the ballroom, I was immediately struck by the whirl of colors, the soft strains of music, and the kaleidoscope of voices melding together in a symphony of laughter and chatter.

From the throng emerged a familiar face. Leonard Barrett, Logan’s father, with his steel- gray hair slicked back, and a tall, commanding presence. His piercing blue eyes, which Logan. had apparently inherited, immediately locked onto mine.

I had met the man once before, and our encounter hadn’t been the warmest. His reputation in the business world as a ruthless. mogul was well-earned, but in person, it was his charisma that was truly overpowering.

“Ah, Ella,” Leonard greeted, the corner of his lips turning up slightly. “You look even more radiant than when I last saw you.”

I offered a polite smile, trying to keep my composure in front of the daunting Mafia boss. “Thank you, Mr. Barrett. It’s good to see you again.”

“Please, call me Leonard,” he corrected with a slight twinkle in his eye. “May I have this dance?”

It wasn’t so much a question as it was a declaration. I shot Logan a brief, anxious glance, but he just raised an eyebrow, seemingly as curious as I was about his father’s intentions.

The orchestra transitioned into a slow, haunting waltz. Leonard held out his hand, and after a slight hesitation, I placed mine in it. He led me onto the dance floor, and soon we were twirling amidst a sea of dancing couples.

movements seemed to become even more calculated and precise. He led with an authority) that was hard to

of his gaze, constantly fixed

and our feet moved in synchrony on the dance floor, but there was a palpable tension between Leonard and me. It was not just a dance-it was a power play, a game of wits. But it was clear Leonard had

surprised quite a few people tonight,” Leonard remarked, his gaze sharp, appraising. I met his eyes.

he continued, a hint of

incident. The bruised face of the escort, the silent plea in her eyes, tears in the restroom. The way

I had found in the bathroom to

just pointed out something concerning I saw to Logan,” I said. “I never expected

dear Ella, in this dark world of ours, one

“But that man…”

his cold smile widening. “He deserved every bit of what he got. He’s been a thorn in our side for a while. Thanks to your keen eyes,

almost indifferent to the fact that the man had been removed from the

a twinge of regret, but I pushed it down. “I just did what

should treat another human that

righteousness, and the results…” He

my heart race, but I refused to let him see me

looked deep into my eyes, his icy blue gaze almost hypnotic. “How is your little sister, Daisy? She must be, what,

blood ran cold. How did he know about Daisy? I had kept her as far away

Daisy.” “Easy, Ema,” I cooed, calming her. “I’m angry, too. But let’s think rationally about this. For now,

inside of me. “But if he ever touches a hair on her

“And I’ll allow you.”

a response. Instead of answering, I held

in any of this,” I finally said, my voice so low it was almost a growl. He chuckled, twirling me around the dance floor gracefully,

heart pounding like a war drum inside my chest, but somehow,

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