Page 40 of Foxy Filthy Omega

“You get first pick,” Lauren promised. “Now go. I have work to do.”

Frankie left and headed straight for the gym where the rookie was waiting for her.

I got to work, doing all my assignments as quickly as possible while I watched them warm up out of the corner of my eye.

Her routine was the same as it always was – cardio, then weights. Once she was done with her warm up she headed over to the punching bag and got started on that, taking only a single second to tell the rookie he needed to figure out what he was going to work on until she was ready to train with him.

Of course, he chose to hold the punching bag for her instead of doing literally anything else, and Frankie just ignored him as she worked on her right side.

She was always working on her non-dominant side, building up the strength and motor skills to make it look like she was right-handed.

Such a clever ruse.

I focused on my work, but didn’t send any of it out so they wouldn’t assign me more. I scheduled each item to upload at regular intervals and then started on my assignment from Francisco.

Protecting Francesca without letting her know I was here was my highest priority. She couldn’t know her father had assignedher a detail or she’d freak out and insist she didn’t need it, making everyone’s job more difficult.

Everything I’ve learned over the last few days told me they weren’t just targeting Francisco’s rivals. They were also targeting Frankie, but they were going about it in a roundabout way.

I didn’t think it was a single person either, but many, and all with their own agenda.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Frankie punch the bag hard enough it split and all the sand poured out, making the alpha who was holding the bag for her wince.

I wish she’d punched his face that hard instead. But what could I say? My girl was a good person to everyone but me.

She wiped the sweat off her face with the back of her hand and I sipped my latte as I watched her turn away from Soren Hart like he was nothing more than a ghost.

I smirked and clicked through the other surveillance cameras we had in the building.

Her ability to act like someone didn’t exist was unparalleled. I’d know. She’s done it to me more than anyone else so I had firsthand experience with the exact feeling that asshole was experiencing right now.

Getting stabbed in the gut hurt less than the devastation Francesca wrought when she decided to cut someone out of her life.

Lucky for Soren, she had to balance that desire with professionalism.

I’ve never been that lucky.

Frankie turned back to him after taking a sip of her water and the expression on his face didn’t shift, but I could tell he was bracing himself for her attention.

She jerked her chin toward the mats and then headed over, her new recruit trailing after her like a lost puppy.

But he wasn’t innocent or naïve. He was a fucking spy and I had no idea who he was working for.

Frankie started off by showing him where he could improve but she was either ignoring the real problem or completely oblivious to it.

It wasn’t that Soren Hart didn’t know how to incapacitate her, but that hecouldn’t.

He watched her with unwavering dedication and whenever she touched him, the skin around his eyes would tighten.

I wanted to laugh at his predicament, but mine wasn’t any better.

Regardless of his real reason for being here, Soren Hart was falling under her spell. It was obvious to anyone with a set of eyes, including Frankie.

And she liked him too or she wouldn’t be acting like he didn’t exist.

It fucking pissed me off that she was still like this.

My grip on my mug tightened as familiar cravings for violence washed over me.

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