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And longing.

Leo may have a borrowed name, but he was more of a Lopez than I’d ever be. He’s never once taken my father up on his offer though and I’ve never let myself ask why.

I headed to my dresser and yanked open the top drawer, doing my very best to pretend that I wasn’t bothered by his presence at all and I didn’t care that I was in nothing but a towel – on the edge of another mental breakdown.

Leo appeared by my side like a ghost. His black paramilitary gear brushed against the bare skin of my arm as he reached for one of my favorite shirts and I tried to ignore the familiar sensation.

I didn’t want him to see me like this. Not again.

Snatching the shirt from him, I did my best to ignore him and calm down but I was panicking.

Regaining some sense of control was imperative or I’d crumble.

I’d lost control of the situation with Soren and acted like a needy fucking bitch before letting him get me off. Then Leo just happened to show up right after he left?

That meant he was keeping a close eye on me and I was pretty fucking sure he saw what happened with Soren which…I honestly had no idea how to process.

I couldn’t do what I normally did and ignore it, not when I was intensely aware of just howwarmhe was beside me.

The soft scent of bergamot and sea salt blended with mint and his pheromones tried to soothe me even if that was probably the last thing Leo wanted right now.

I reached into my drawer and wrapped my hand around the hilt of one of my knives. I didn’t know what Leo was capable of right now, not after seeing that.

One wrong move and I’d end up with a homicidal maniac on my hands.

Honestly, I was shocked he didn’t kill Soren before coming in here.

I wouldn’t say Leo was the jealous type exactly, but he’s never liked the way I used other people as an excuse to avoid him.

He’d kill everyone I paid attention to just to force me to look at him so the fact that he’d asked if he should kill someone I knew he didn’t like made me wonder what he was planning.

“I really don’t understand, Francesca,” Leo muttered as he leaned against the dresser, watching me with narrowed eyes. “Why do you always sabotage any chance you might have at joy and happiness?”

My stomach flipped and I glanced over at him, not sure what to say to that.

I thought he’d be…furious? I don’t know. At the very least he should be jealous, but Leo didn’t look like he cared at all.

I hated how much that bothered me.

He leaned down then, getting in my face. “You’re on the verge of another breakdown, aren’t you? How pathetic.”

I forced myself not to flinch at the accusation full of bitterness and disgust. I lifted my chin instead and studied the man in the mirror.

Leo was damaged. Because of me.Idid this to him and I could never forget that.

CHAPTER 32

Frankie

The way Leocurled his body around me may seem protective, but it wasn’t. It was menacing. This wasn’t some romantic gesture. It was a threat.

He ran a finger along my collarbone, closer to my throat than I’d prefer but I didn’t dare move a muscle or react to the touch that always set my skin on fire. “You’reweak, Francesca.”

Then he reached out, sliding his fingers through my wet hair, all pretenses gone as he studied the bright red strands. “You’ve lost your purpose and it shows.”

My grip on the knife tightened.

“Do you even know who you are anymore?”

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