Page 107 of Curvy Quirky Omega

It could just be one of those skewed memories through the eyes of a child, but the way my hands were shaking told me it was based on enough fact that I needed to brace myself.

I grabbed my laptop and pulled up my legs, sitting cross-legged on the mattress.

Logging into my computer, I shivered when the bright yellow afternoon sun disappeared. I looked out the window to see rain clouds broiling, getting ready for another downpour just before the sun set to bring the night faster.

Rain started falling against the glass then. At first, it was just a few drops here and there, but it didn’t take long for more to join them until it was raining so hard I couldn’t really see anything outside in any detail. All the colors and shapes were warped to become an impression and nothing more.

Fitting, I supposed.

It took seconds to go through my backdoor into Francisco’s personal computer and find the drive where he kept all his files on people. He did some work on there for Lopez and Co, but mostly it was sensitive information he didn’t want to store on any of his company computers.

Most of the data stored there was information he’s gathered over the years to help his pack as well as his company – a record that’s been kept for generations and only recently digitized.

I typed in ‘Thomas, Nevan, Annabelle’ and then hit the search button.

Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I made sure to keep my breathing even and slow to regulate my emotions and keep them as muted as possible so Cas and Liam didn’t freak out.

They’ve been busy dealing with all this shit and I really didn’t want to bother them, not over this.

This was something I needed to do on my own.

My search gave me two results instead of one, just as I’d suspected.

One for my father…and one for my mother.

I’ve already read my father’s file front to back at least seven different times over the last week and I still couldn’t understand why he’d killed my mother when all the other murders made sense to me.

My father’s victims had all been alphas who preyed on weak omegas. He’d gone off while I was in school, slowly gathering evidence until he was sure and then he’d go somewhere he knew they’d be.

But he’d just minded his own business from what I could tell. He would read a book and drink at the bar – take the class they taught at universities…whatever it was, he went there and made himself look available.

Once they drugged his drink, he’d pretend to pass out and that was when they’d take him to a secondary location. But my father wasn’t actually drugged. The whole thing had been an act to get them somewhere he could get rid of them.

I wanted to be shocked and appalled they took the bait so easily, but none of it really surprised me.

My mother though…

I hesitated, my finger hovering over the button that would click on her file. Why did it scare me more to look at her file than it had my father’s?

That unpleasant memory resurfaced and I closed my eyes, wishing I’d never heard their argument – that I’d stayed at the café with Liam for just a little bit longer.

I saw the pictures, Annabelle. I know you were with her.

For the last time, I didn’t touch her. Those marks belong to her boyfriend. She has two bodyguards, Nevan. Not just one. I was simply doing my job.

You think I can’t smell her on you? Of course I can. It’s the one thing I can do better than anyone else.

Like father, like daughter.

I clicked on her name and skimmed over the details, tasting blood as I chewed through the flesh of my cheek.

My mother used to work as a private security. For the Lopez pack. I’d always assumed that was why Francisco had taken that case, but I never knew the details of why.

Ophelia Lopez was a very talented singer and she was extremely young when she became famous – still a brand-new omega. Her pop songs were fresh and fun and catchy. Everyone loved her.

Frankie told me her cousin had died in a concert shooting only a few years after her debut. One my mother almost died at too while protecting her. For that reason, no one suspected anything but now that I was looking at her file…

I did another search for Ophelia Lopez and clicked on that file, my stomach practically in my throat now.

---