The Traps of Black Swan

Leon was walking in a relaxed manner towards the main door to welcome Sean. He knew Sean couldn't stay with Aeon who would restrict him from a lot of things and activities.

He has spoiled Sean to the extent, if anybody tries to speak about morals or his behavior, Sean just snorts and walks away by rolling his eyes.

Since Sean was returning after Eliza went to Aeon's place, Leon was expecting Sean to bring her back too. He had deeply sowed the fear in her, it had grown to a huge tree so she wouldn't dare to speak anything about him to Aeon.

Leon was certain about that. And he was pleased with himself for having total control over Eliza who knew a lot of secrets about him and Sean who could be used to weaken Aeon anytime.

Nonetheless, his happiness wasn't fated to last long.

Why did he even expect to have some happiness especially after 'Ava Kelly' returned to turn his life upside down?

His relaxed walk towards the main door slowly came to halt feeling the air chilling and turn intense. There was something in the air which made his nerves involuntarily be on high alert.

Unknowingly Leon held the breath and his eyebrows tightened. Sean couldn't bear this dominance. He was like a spoiled kid who keeps throwing a fit.

'Who is it?' Leon thought, narrowing his eyes at the door.

There wasn't a sports car but a nobly standing Ivory Rolls Royce Phantom. It was enough to tell Leon who was there.

Aaron Rivas! Leon had really underestimated him. Every time Leon calculated Aaron's limits, Aaron always surpassed with a greater margin.

Leon felt his blood boil after grasping the whole situation he was in. Aaron had the whole Harmon mansion and security of the mansion under his control before stopping at his house.

There were numerous guards managing his estate. If Aaron was able to reach the door without Leon getting notified about Aaron's entry to his place, Leon didn't need words to tell how Aaron grandly entered.

Gritting his teeth, his burning red eyes glowered at the silhouette of a man. He stood tall and overbearing suppressing Leon's presence.

The hem of Aaron's over the jacket of his suit fluttered in the air stepping closer to the door.

Aaron was wearing a plain shirt and buttoned it up fully to support the elegant Barn red tie he was wearing. On top of the shirt, he's wearing a trendy, pinstripe grey vest.

The slim fit of the vest accentuated his well-toned physique. The narrow V line of the vest allowed for the white shirt to remain visible sophisticatedly.

The navy blue jacket was a perfectly tailored fit for Aaron. The lapel in darker ash color gave the suit an elegant look. The buttons of the jacket had been left unbuttoned, It managed to make him look classier to his aristocratic air.

The jacket was longer reaching above his knee. Its fluttering hem to his every step was announcing the dominance matching his coldness.

He was wearing pants that copy the color of the jacket matching with perfect dress shoes.

To top it all off, he was wearing eye-catching cuffs that were dazzling under the lights against the dark color of the jacket.

Leon frowned upon the realization his eyes were scanning the man at the thought of hidden firearms with him.

His eyes landed back on Aaron. He was walking with his hand shoved in a pocket and another subtle swinging with his steps. His sharpness and his style, both radiated with the confidence of the man.

Standing in a white shirt, whose sleeves were pulled up and trousers. Leon felt inferior against Aaron. Hence he sneered to look down on Aaron when the latter stood three steps away, "That was a great show."

Leon's remark was on the way Aaron looked as Aaron usually chooses formal business blazers.

Roach who was on the side, on high alert, measuring each crook and cranny of the living hall, smirked. He would have loved to counter, 'Hence you enjoyed it without knowing my presence.'

Roach was in a black suit. Well prepared to break a bone or two of Leon Harmon. If required, choke him to the death.

Aaron smirked without any mirth. His gaze was mocking Leon, "Be grateful to my girlfriend."

He meant his girlfriend personally chose his outfit, completely aware of his visit to Leon Harmon. Since Leon enjoyed the show staring at Aaron, he should be grateful to Aaron's girlfriend.

He would have loved to mention Aarvi as his dear wife, but he didn't know what Aarvi had in her plans and she won't mention him as husband unless they are married.

He didn't want to hear Leon scorn his relationship with Aarvi.

'Shameless,' The thought appeared in Roach's head at his boss's comment. However he was impressed that Aaron wasn't just good at the office or hospital, he could make a man tremble and reduce to cold sweat.

Leon wasn't nervous or afraid but irritated by Aaron's presence at his place. He walked to the bar counter as he scoffed, "And why do I owe this honor?"

Aaron was aware of the reason behind Leon going to the bar counter. It was obvious Leon was reaching the nearest firearm so that he could threaten or scare Aaron to behave in front of him.

He needed a firearm to dominate his presence as all his men outside were on the grounds groaning in pain or fallen unconscious.

Entering the bar counter, Leon's lower half was covered by the brown wooden cabinet. He stood behind it and added grabbing two rock glasses, "How about a drink, President Rivas?"

His voice was raspy speaking through his teeth, it was evident he was enraged to see Aaron stepping in his territory and controlling all his men.

Aaron took a seat on the barstool and before responding to Leon's first question, "Drop your mask, President Harmon." Leon wasn't dumb-headed for not to realize the reason behind his presence at Harmon Mansion.

Leon's hand slightly quivered hearing Aaron's cold dark voice. He was quick to compose and placed the bourbon bottle aside before pushing the rock glass towards Aaron.

Leon, who shoved the handgun to his pants belt, went around the cabinet and sat on a barstool swiveling to face Aaron.

Even though his smooth moves went unnoticed, Aaron and Roach were well aware Leon would have grabbed the firearm and was hiding somewhere.

Leon indeed left his mask down. His lips cunningly arced, his eyes narrowed filled with darkness and murderous air. His shoulder straightened causing his brawny chest to prop more prominent.

But he didn't get to see the man slightly surprised or afraid. It was as if Aaron had more expectations from Leon and he was let down. Aaron's despising gaze ired up Leon.

Leon pulled his mobile out, dialed a number, then put it on speaker. If it wasn't enough to frighten Aaron, Leon was ready to give him another heart freezing dose. Leon was sure that would weaken Aaron to the knees and beg him.

[Hello Boss.]

Leon leisurely took another sip of his drink while watching Aaron, who was lazily dropping one ice cube after the other to his rock glass.

'His overconfidence.' Leon hated it.

"Where is Shea Morris's car?" Leon demanded the answer.

The response came too quickly and in a respectful tone, [Boss, we are at JV Avenue road.]

He was following Shea's car to make sure Wade doesn't take Shea to the Harmon mansion and put Leon in trouble.

Leon ordered mercilessly, "Blow up the car."