Page 105 of Foxy Filthy Omega

I could smell the familiar tang of copper and iron coming from him, but all his paramilitary gear was black so I couldn’tsee if there was blood seeping into the fabric or if it was just a lingering scent.

The bulletproof vest he wore over his clothes was classified as body armor and heavier than the form fitting vest I sometimes wore. Thankfully, it looked new so I didn’t have to worry about him getting hurt because he was too lazy or distracted to replace it.

I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out and brushing my fingertips over his hip where I’d stabbed him the other day, wondering if it still hurt.

Leo wrapped my hair around his hand without warning and yanked back, forcing my chin up to expose my throat.

My knife was pressed to his carotid before he even finished moving and we stared at each other, both of us waiting to see who’d be the first to relent. My blade was sharp enough to cut through bone despite its size and he knew it.

But Leo wasn’t sane or normal. He leaned into my blade so our noses just barely touched, searching my eyes for whatever excuse he needed for his behavior. “Gonna stab me again?”

“Thinking about it.”

Leo grinned, looking delighted.

This was why he scared me.

Ilovedwhen he was like this.

The smell of blood was stronger now and I was starting to feel sick to my stomach. Too many memories tried to gush forward, reminding me why I was so squeamish.

Leo released my hair and the strands slipped through his fingers like water, giving in first. “Someone doesn’t want you to inherit the Lopez pack but don’t worry. I’m taking care of it. I’ve been working really hard, Frankie. So, won’t you tell me I was a good boy?”

“Such a good boy,” I whispered as I tilted the blade until the point dug into the soft flesh under his chin, forcing him to lift it slightly.

His pupils dilated and his breathing quickened.

He’s always been so desperate for my love and attention, constantly seeking my approval. I loved that about him, but I couldn’t trust myself with someone like Leo.

He was a masochistanda psychopath.

Perfect for me in every way.

My hand dropped to my side then, but the knife didn’t slip out of my fingers despite how exhausted I suddenly felt. “What are you doing here?”

Leo glanced down at my swollen ankle. “You seemed like you needed help.”

I looked up at him even though I knew I shouldn’t – even though I knew exactly what I’d find in those eyes I loved to hate. I’d expected it and still, I was devastated by what I saw.

Resignation.

Leo knew a relationship between us was never going to happen and still, he couldn’t let go of me.

No matter how many times I’ve tried to push him away, he’s stayed faithful. Not even sleeping around has gotten him to reconsider this obsession.

I understood why people did the things they did better than almost anyone, but Leo has always been an anomaly. Nothing ever made him falter. It was truly appalling how loyal he was when I gave him no reason to be.

How horrible of a person did someone have to be to feelgratefulwhen the person they supposedly loved disappeared for thirteen years? I was worse than trash for feeling so relieved when I’d found out where he’d gone because I’d known…

I would eventually give in to him if he’d stayed.

Leo was impossible to resist forever and no matter how stupid I knew it was, or how insane it was to feel like this even after what I’d done with Soren, I still wanted him to wrap me up in his arms and tell me everything was going to be okay.

I wanted to feel like I belonged to someone again.

Holding my clothes to my chest, I gave him a warning look. “Turn around so I can get changed.”

Leo did as I asked and crossed his arms over his chest. “Did you know that I’ve spent most of my life watching and waiting for your enemies to reveal themselves – for them to realize they have to get throughmebefore they can ever dream of touching you?”

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