Suspicious permission

After a little more than an hour, Leonardo climbed down from the bandstand and walked over to Robert, looking at him thoughtfully. But he knew that no one but Frank would answer it.

"Is Gold at home?"

"Yes."

"Can you tell me where he is?"

Robert didn't answer, he just took out his cell phone and called someone.

"Brother, is Mr. Gold still in the office?"

He paused, looking at Leonardo while listening toLouisanswer.

"Okay, nothing. Leonardo is asking."

He hung up and turned to walk away while talking to Leonardo.

"Are you just going to stand there? Or do you want to see him?"

Leonardo smiled as he followed Robert. At first he found Robert strange, serious and reserved just like his brotherLouis, but there was something about Robert that he liked, he wasn't sure what, but he liked it.

He followed Robert to the back of the mansion and entered through a door; Leonardo hadn't yet explored the rooms there, not least because most of the doors were locked. They went up a flight of stairs and Leonardo noticed that it wasn't as luxurious as the rest of the mansion.

There was no golden handrail but black, no chandeliers but simpler lamps. They entered through one of the doors in the small corridor and Leonardo saw him. Frank was wearing black shorts and no shirt, showing off his strong body. Leonardo thought that at least he had the strength to hold on.

Robert moved away to stand by the stairs and Leonardo entered quietly, but mesmerized by Gold's performance. He bumped into one of the pieces of equipment in the private gym, knocking over a barbell, which made a bang and caused Gold to let go of the bar, standing up and looking at Leonardo.

"What are you doing here?" Gold asked, irritated by Leonardo's carelessness.

"I want to talk to you."

"I'm busy."

Gold walked over to the mat and threw himself on the floor, getting into a plank position, supporting his hands, arms perfectly aligned. He started to move his body up and down, making his muscles and scapula dance in sync during the exercise.

"Your ear is not busy."

Leonardo approached and was distracted for a moment by one of the instruments there. He had never been to a gym, both because he couldn't afford it and because of his sheer lack of interest.

He started fiddling with the device with one hand while looking distractedly at Frank.

"The bank deadline is today. I can't leave my father alone on the street. I've accepted your agreement to do whatever you want me to do, but what about my father?"

Frank continued to do the push-up concentrating, listening to what Leonardo was saying, but he didn't answer him.

"You should be more like your mother in terms of education, I know it's not polite to leave someone talking to themselves."

As he said this, Frank looked up at Leonardo, who felt a chill run through his body. It was that angry look again, but Leonardo didn't lower his head, he was still staring at Frank while his hand flicked across the device next to him.

"If I were you, I wouldn't tease me today. I'm not having a good day."

"And is there ever a day when you're not sour?"

At the same time as Leonardo answered him, the device caught his hand, making him pull it back towards his body. Feeling his hand throbbing against his chest, Frank stood up quickly and walked over to Leonardo.

"What a piece of shit, Leonardo."

Frank pulled Leonardo's arm and, seeing his red hand with the imprint of the device, pulled him across the gym, making him sit on the bench in the corner.

"Why do you have to be so clumsy?"

He went to a small freezer and took out a bag of frozen gel and quickly returned to Leonardo who was holding his own hand.

Gold took Leonardo's hand and attached the ice pack. Leonardo, out of reflex from the pain, tried to pull his hand away, but Gold held it by the wrist.

"Quiet."

Leonardo looked at his hand with the gel pack, glancing up at Frank's face. Frank was deeply focused on taking care of his hand, sweat dripping down his face, his cheeks turning red. Leonardo lowered his gaze slightly, noticing that Frank's shoulders and chest are also damp.

"What's the matter?" Frank asked, noticing Leonardo's observation.

"Nothing, will you answer me about my father?"

"You never give up, do you?"

"No, I need to go home, I need to see if someone we know can take him in."

Frank smirked and his angry expression turned into amusement.

"Do that, you have my permission. Ask Robert to accompany you."

Leonardo was taken aback by how quickly Frank agreed. He pulled his hand, which still hurt, and stood up. Gold also got up and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Though he was irritated before, he wasn't anymore. On the contrary, he walked out of the gym door with a smile, imagining Leonardo's reaction when he didn't find his father.

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