Page 53 of Foxy Filthy Omega

Technically, it still wasn’t, but Liam and Cassius had both bonded to Lucy Parker Lopez and with Liam giving up his legacy for them…he could have taken the name Parker but he didn’t.

They all became Valentine.

But that wasn’t what had really caused the city to lose its collective mind. No, it was the fact that Valor then swore allegiance to Valentine when it was one of the founding packs of Acheron.

That was unheard of.

For the first time in two hundred years, a new legacy ascended and allied with not one, but two different legacy packs.

Now Lopez was allied with Steele thanks to Frankie’s engagement to River and that pack has been a legacy for nearly as long as Lopez has.

About a hundred years ago, Steele ran Acheron thanks to making a fortune in mining iron, copper, and gold.

They then invested in industrialization and hired scientists to create different kinds of alloys until they’d cornered the market on steel. Then about forty years ago, their wealth started slowly declining.

At some point, Lopez surpassed them despite focusing on law and accounting firms and Valor was always neck and neck with them in terms of net value until Nicolette Valor took over the pack.

Three out of the four founding packs in this city were now allied.

From the information my employer sent over, Lopez has hired Grimm on occasion, but mostly for protection. They were the only ones who didn’t actively pretend they didn’t have their own private military, but Grimm offered services and nothing more.

There was nothing Grimm wouldn’t sell if you had the money. They kept to themselves and only ever brought the bare minimum number of members to the legacy events.

None of them openly worked with anyone unless they were contracted.

And all Grimm soldiers had a tattoo on their neck declaring what pack they belonged to. It was a marketing ploy as well as a way to distinguish between contract soldiers and private military trained by any of the other legacy packs.

That pink-haired legacy alpha didn’t have a tattoo on his neck and I hadn’t smelt makeup on him either so I knew he wasn’t covering it up, but he was definitely a soldier. Some kind of trained assassin or spy.

Frankie had similar training from the way she held herself and how she moved.

At first, I didn’t think the other packs had anything to do with Frankie or Lopez. I didn’t think this information would help me learn her weakness either, but with all of it laid out before me, it was easy to see the gaps and inconsistencies.

Lauren Michaels didn’t have employment records before becoming the CEO of the Genesis Agency.

There were guards that worked for Lopez who were definitely not a part of the Grimm pack and I couldn’t find a single record of where they’d come from and what company they worked for.

When I dug a little deeper, it had led me right back to Genesis Pharmaceuticals, which didn’t make any fucking sense.

Lopez and Co was the main business owned by the Lopez pack. Under that umbrella was Lopez at Law and various other businesses including a few nonprofits and their newest acquisition, Mobookie, a phone and network provider that almost everyone in this city used thanks to their low prices.

But Genesis Pharmaceuticals wasn’t under the Lopez & Co umbrella. It belonged to Francesca Lopez’s trust.

Why?

Why were guards being paid through that company despite not being officially on their payroll? And if Lauren Michaels used to get paid by that company, then it was safe to assume she did something similar to those guards and whoever else Francisco was keeping out of the public eye.

Everything was put together in such a way that even when I untangled all the threads, I couldn’t use any of it against Francisco or Francesca Lopez.

The only thing I might be able to use was the fact that these people were on the payroll without having an employment contract with the company.

If it were anyone else, I’d consider that valuable, but this was Lopez we were talking about. Francisco was a notorious shark lawyer who hasn’t lost a single case for over twenty years.

This small bit of information wasn’t enough to be considered a ‘weakness.’

It wasn’t all that long ago that packs used to go to war with each other over resources so it wasn’t surprising they now warred internally for the only resource left – power.

I tapped my tablet and selected the program that had access to all the traffic cameras in the city.

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