Page 106 of Foxy Filthy Omega

Yeah, I knew.

Getting dressed as quickly as I could before he decided to turn around while I was naked, I yanked on my shirt and pulled on a fresh pair of shorts. “Who did you kill today?”

“A rat.”

I paused, wondering why my father didn’t tell me about this. “What kind of rat?”

He leaned against the wall, back still facing me. “The kind that wants to find a way to keep you from inheriting the Lopez title.”

Grabbing a pair of socks, I went around him and plopped down on my bed.

Leo glanced over his shoulder with one eye closed like he was scared I might still be naked. He’s always been a very considerate psychopath.

I yanked on my socks, curious if he’d tell me what I wanted to know. “I’ve always wondered…why do you work for my father as a soldier and not a lawyer?”

I may pretend like I knew nothing about him, but that was another lie among many.

Keeping tabs on him was easy with someone like Lucy on my side.

So, I already knew he’d gone to Singapore to study law at the National University of Singapore. I also knew he’d passed the bar in at least thirteen different countries and states, but the training my father put him through was only for those he planned to have join his non-existent army.

Leo turned all the way around and leaned back, watching me watch him.

“I left to become what you need,” he reminded me, that annoying little smirk back on his face. “You need a soldier, Frankie. Not a lawyer.”

“I don’t need anything from you.” It was difficult to keep my voice even and my heart rate steady so he wouldn’t detect the lie. Or how badly I wanted to ask why he’d studied so much law then.

If I asked that, he’d know I’ve been keeping tabs on him.

“You’re Francesca Lopez.” Leo tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. “Unless you join another pack, you’re always going to need me.”

He wasn’t wrong, but I refused to admit that.

“Not to mention the law and I don’t exactly vibe.” Leo shrugged and then pushed off the wall.

I watched him warily, making sure to keep my expression as neutral and unbothered as possible.

He crossed the room and reached out to touch my hair, but dropped his hand before he could. “Why did you dye your hair red?”

“To appease the mental health gods.” I slicked my hair back and pulled it up into a ponytail, annoyed how much I liked the fact that he seemed so amused. “Why did you dye yours?”

“Pink is your favorite color.” He sounded so matter of fact about it too and it pissed me off.

“Red is my favorite color,” I reminded him. “Not pink.”

“Sure, whatever you say.” Leo took a step closer and I didn’t know what to do with my hands. “What are you going to do about that boy?”

“What boy?”

Leo tapped his bicep with his fingertip once, twice, and then three times.

One of his tells.

He was getting impatient. Or anxious.

“The one who’s about to find out how terrible it is to be hopelessly in love with you.” Leo reached out and slid his hand over my cheek as he searched my eyes, clearly waiting for me to knock his hand off of me.

But I couldn’t because I was weak.

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