Page 50 of Foxy Filthy Omega

All these years apart and he still couldn’t stop thinking about me.

I couldn’t help but feel relieved it wasn’t just me.

Every single day since he left, I was afraid I would have to love him without ever knowing if he still loved me. It was selfish and cruel, but that’s who I was. How could I be anything else after reading the note he’d left me?

“Should I show you what kind of monster you made?” Leo whispered, his eyes losing focus.

My body felt heavy and I breathed in the scent of his minty sea-salt and bergamot.

Even I wasn’t this cruel – forcing the man who loved me to turn into his father. I couldn’t do that when I knew exactly what he’d do the second my brains were splattered all across my back window.

I grabbed his wrist and shoved it away at the same time that I dropped my seat back as far as it would go, forcing the barrel of the gun to hit the ceiling.

Before he could regain his bearings, I unsheathed the small knife at my waist and slid the blade into the soft flesh above his hip, just under the scar I’d given him right before he left.

Spit slid down my chin from his abuse, but I held his gaze, taking in his overwhelming relief tinged with mortal pain.

“‘I will be everywhere you look, but nowhere to be found,’” I murmured, quoting the words he’d left me with. “‘I will live in your mind, eternally, until you exist simply becauseIdo.’”

The rest…I didn’t need to say the rest. Not when it sounded like a love letter instead of the curse it was supposed to be.

Leo chuckled, wincing slightly when it made blood drip from his stomach to mine. “If they only knew you…like I did.”

“I didn’t think you’d ever come back,” I told him honestly, letting the truth mask how much it had hurt to live every day knowing I would always love him, but could never have him.

“You’re such a fucking disaster…and I’m the only one who can see it.” Leo barely reacted when I gently removed the knife from his gut. “Be honest, that’s why you hate me, isn’t it?”

“It is.” I shoved him into the passenger seat and ripped my gun out of his hand. “You should have stayed in whatever hole you crawled out of. Now get the fuck out before I slit your throat.”

“At least you feel something.” Leo pressed his hand to the knife wound and sighed.

He opened the passenger door and I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d ever see him again.

Leo paused and glanced back at me.

I thought he might say something else, but when I didn’t look at him, he stepped out of the car with more agility than a man with a stab wound in his abdomen should have.

I shoved my gun in its holster, and turned the ignition.

That’s when he leaned down, his red eyes as bright as the blood staining my white shirt. “Francesca…”

I turned and raised my eyebrow, wondering what the fuck he was going to say now.

“Shark week is coming up soon on the Documentary channel.”

I fucking hated that I wanted to laugh that he remembered how much I liked watching that every year.

Shifting into first gear, I stared at nothing as I waited for him to close the passenger door.

His chuckle was soft, but I could still hear it over the roar of my engine.

The second the door slammed shut, I took off, pressing down on the accelerator as I aimed for the gate.

Leo wasback.

He really couldn’t have picked a worse time.

I was already on the edge, desperately trying not to fail, and now I had to deal with this too?

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