Page 115 of Foxy Filthy Omega

He crossed the room and grabbed a revolver off the table, checking the chamber before picking up a single bullet.

I had no idea what he had planned but it looked like fun. “You’re pretty agreeable for a rat.”

Frankie’s rookie eyed me like my choice of words bothered him but he didn’t contradict them. “Would you like to hear the rules?”

“Go for it.” I pulled out one of the chairs from the dining room table and sat down, shifting my weight and slouching down to get more comfortable. “Tell me what you find interesting, Mr. Hart.”

Soren pulled out another chair and sat down right next to me, yanking it around until he was facing me, our knees pressed together intimately.

Then he slid a single bullet in a chamber before spinning the cylinder and flipping it into place. “Every time one of us asks a question about her, we pull the trigger.”

I grinned when he pressed the barrel to my shoulder and pulled the hammer back.

This was definitely interesting.

I couldn’t say I was surprised we had this psychosis in common too.

My girl really knew how to pick them, didn’t she?

“You go first,” Soren told me. “Ask me anything.”

Anything?

The smile dropped from my face and I pulled my hood back, ruffling my hair as I considered all the options.

It wouldn’t be difficult to figure out who he was working for, but it would be time consuming.

Who’s to say he’d tell me the truth anyway?

Soren tapped his throat. “I’m not wearing scent blockers so you should be able to tell if I’m lying or not.”

Except I couldn’t smell a thing.

I peeled off my own scent blockers and tossed them on the table, not willing to be outdone. “I’ve got a better idea.”

Grabbing his free hand, I placed my fingers on his pulse and stared into his eyes, watching for any tell he might have. “What are your orders?”

He clenched his jaw, obviously annoyed I hadn’t asked about her. “Find her weakness and report it along with the evidence. If I can’t find it, I have to create one.”

Hm. He didn’t seem too happy about these orders of his, but he didn’t seem like the type to abandon a job either.

I took the gun and pressed it against his thigh. “Your turn.”

“What’s your full, legal name?” Soren asked as he pressed his fingers to my wrist.

I wasreallyhoping he’d ask that question. “Leonidas Koen Lopez.”

A massive grin spread across my face when his pupils dilated until his eyes were nearly black.

“How are you related to her?”

I pulled the trigger, impressed despite myself when he didn’t even flinch. “Francisco Lopez decided to adopt me into the pack after my father murdered my whole family. Francesca and I aren’t related at all. We just share a name.”

Oh, hehatedthat.

Soren’s pulse was racing and there was the slightest hint of cedarwood in the air.

I handed him the gun. “I guess I get two this time around.”

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