His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.

Chapter 801 I’m Pablo’s son

The next day was Jason’s race.

Early in the morning, he was in the kitchen, pacing back and forth, muttering to himself. He had been up since dawn, praying to every god he had ever heard of. He wanted to win. He had a reputation to uphold. And he wanted to impress Winter. He had been thinking about her since the night before. He wanted to show her what he could do.

He walked to Mira’s room to check on her, his heart pounding with nervous energy.

"Hello, Mira," he said, poking his head through the door. "How are you feeling?"

Bella was sitting beside Mira’s bed, her eyes soft and tired. She looked up at Jason with a smile.

Mira was awake, her eyes open but heavy. She looked at the unknown man who had just walked in, her brow furrowing slightly. She did not remember meeting him before.

Jason walked into the room and pulled up a chair beside the bed. He sat down, his hands on his knees, his smile wide and bright.

"I haven’t introduced myself," he said. "I am Bella’s most handsome friend. Jason!" He laughed loudly.

Mira blinked at him. She looked at his blonde hair, his bright eyes, his easy smile. She nodded slowly, still confused.

Then Dominique appeared behind Jason, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk on his face. "Sorry, Jason bro," he said. "But I am the most handsome. Hehe."

Mira’s eyes widened. She looked at Dominique, at his dark hair, his sharp features, his easy confidence. Her eyes moved from him to Jason, then back to Dominique. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked down at her hands.

Dominique grinned. "See? She agrees."

Jason turned around and glared at him. "She didn’t say anything."

"She didn’t have to. Her eyes spoke volumes."

Jason rolled his eyes. "So full of himself, dummy heh!"

Dominique walked into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. "I’m just honest."

Mira looked between them, a small smile playing on her bruised lips.

Bella watched the scene with a warm feeling in her chest.

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Meanwhile, the morning light was pale and cold, filtering through the curtains in thin, gray stripes that fell across the floor like prison bars. Leo sat by the window, his chair turned toward the door, his body still as stone, his eyes heavy from lack of sleep. He had not slept all night. His mind had been churning, turning over the events of the past day like a machine that could not be turned off. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Bella’s face, pale and frightened. He heard the gun against her temple. He felt the helpless rage that had consumed him.

Early in the morning, Jace and Jay came to visit him. They stood before him now, their faces pale, their hands trembling at their sides.

Leo watched them.

His gray eyes were dark, shadowed, unreadable. His jaw was tight. His shoulders were rigid. He looked extraordinarily scary like a storm about to break, like a predator about to strike.

He raised his hand to fix his sleeve, and both Jay and Jace flinched.

Leo’s eyes narrowed. His movements slowed.

"Samuel," he said, his voice lazy, almost bored. "Where is he?"

Jay swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. "He’s in the underground basement near our base. We dosed him with heavy drugs. He won’t wake up for at least two days."

Leo nodded. "And his men?"

"Secured. Interrogations are ongoing. They’re not talking yet, but they will."

"Good."

The room fell silent.

Jace shifted his weight. His hands were clasped behind his back, his knuckles white. He looked at Jay. Jay looked at him. They exchanged a glance that spoke volumes.

Leo noticed. His eyes sharpened. "There’s something else," he said. It was not a question.

Jace took a breath, deep and shaky. "Bro, we’re hiding something from you. We’ve been hiding it for a long time. And we want to tell you today."

Leo’s eyes snapped to him. His gaze was sharp and cold, like a blade being drawn.

Jay stepped forward, his voice small and meek, barely above a whisper. "Bro, please don’t be angry. Please just listen. Give us a chance to explain before you—"

Leo straightened in his chair. Both of them flinched, stepping back instinctively.

He looked at them, speechless.

Is he that scary? he thought. Have I really made them so afraid of me? But what did I do? I never raised my hand at them. I never threatened them. I never gave them a reason to fear me.

He pushed the thought aside, burying it deep.

"It depends on the truth," he said, his voice low and dark, like thunder rumbling in the distance. He looked at them one by one, his gaze intense. "Tell me what you’re hiding. Tell me everything. Leave nothing out."

Jace opened his mouth. His lips moved. "I’m Pablo’s son."

He didn’t even finish the sentence.

Leo moved.

He was across the room in a blink, faster than either of them could react. His fist connected with Jace’s face with brutal force. The sound was sickening, a crack of bone, a spray of blood. Jace stumbled back, his hand flying to his nose, blood spilling through his fingers like water through a sieve.

Leo grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall. Jace’s head hit the plaster with a dull thud.

"What did you say?" Leo’s voice was low, deadly, trembling with barely contained rage. His gray eyes burned like fire. "Say it again."

"I’m Pablo’s son," Jace gasped, his words muffled by blood. "I’m—"

Leo hit him again. The sound was wet and sharp. Jace’s head snapped to the side.

"Bro!" Jay grabbed Leo’s arm, trying to pull him back. His voice was desperate, cracking. "Bro, please! Listen to him! Please! Just give him a second!"

Leo shoved Jay away with enough force to send him stumbling. His fist was raised again, ready to strike.