Page 117 of Foxy Filthy Omega

Gripping his wrist hard enough to feel the bones creak, I made sure Soren was reallylisteningso he could understand.

“You know, the ocean is terrifying but I was no longer burning to ash and that’s when I realized…the dark is peaceful.”

I relinquished the gun and dropped his hand.

“I was drowning, but when I was pulled out of the sea, my peace was shattered and I’ve been burning ever since. Asphyxiating. Slowly dying. And I didn’t even notice until I was plunged back into those icy blue depths.”

It was impossible not to smile when I remembered the way those blue eyes had stared at me without blinking, wanting everything I was and more.

“I know I’ve been ensnared by a siren, but I just don’t care. I mean…look at her.” I shrugged and leaned back, giving Soren a wide smile. “She may be fickle and cruel, but she’s my Calypso. My goddess.”

“I worship her. No matter what she does, I simply can’t hate her. How could I when she’s the one who gave me life? Everything I am belongs to her, and as such, she can do whatever she wants with me.”

Grabbing him by the back of his neck, I yanked him forward, until our foreheads were pressed against each other and the only thing he could see wasme.

“My chemistry has been altered,” I confessed. “My body forever changed. I can no longer survive anywhere but the deep, blue sea. She drew me into a watery nightmare where reality bends and nightmares come alive, but you know what I realized? The dark ispeaceful. The water is deep. It carries you. Holds you close and never lets you go.”

“So. Tell me, Soren. Whatweaknessof hers do you think you have?”

He searched my eyes and his red one was so shiny I almost got distracted but luckily I was more interested in theemotionI could see in them.

“I promised her I wouldn’t tell anyone,” he growled.

This motherfucker actuallygrowledat me.

Rearing back, I slammed my head into his and Soren cursed. He reached for his nose, blood gushing everywhere.

I ripped the gun out of his hand and pressed the barrel to his thigh, pulling the trigger three times in quick succession. Lucky for him I didn’t catch a single bullet. I tossed the gun over my shoulder, annoyed that nothing ever seemed to go my way.

“You know what? I could be lying.” Grabbing him by the hair, I wiped the blood from his chin. “I could just be some guy who doesn’t really know her, trying to trick you into giving me her weakness so I’ll let this one slide.”

I licked the blood off my thumb to get a taste of his mortality. “Your turn.”

The way he so casually wiped the rest of the blood from his face, like it didn’t hurt at all…oh, he wasreallystarting to try my patience.

Soren spat blood onto the floor and then refocused on me. “Have you ever thought about seeing a therapist?”

His question caught me off guard and I actually laughed out loud.

I could see why Frankie liked him.

“Yeah, actually,” I admitted. “I’ve been seeing one for the last sixteen years.”

Soren raised an eyebrow. “And how’s that going?”

“Can’t really fix crazy but they do help me remember why I’m doing all this. Talking it out helps and they’ve taught me how to control all my…impulses.”

I ran my hand through my hair and studied the array of weapons on his table.

Did this guy have even an inkling of what he was getting into? Did he care at all?

Just thinking of how much he might not care about the consequences of his actions, or hers, made me want to drag him behind my motorcycle through the city until he got it through his thick skull that he couldn’t fuck around when it came to her.

I tilted my head and studied this big, beefy alpha Frankie thought would make a better omega than me.

Why did she always have to rub it in my face that I would never be good enough for her?

I was trying. I really was. I was doing my best to be exactly what she wanted and needed, but she kept turning me down even though she always looked at me like she was begging me to do something—anything.

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