Page 113 of Foxy Filthy Omega

This wasn’t a helpful train of thought.

Frankie would be mad at me if she found out how seriously I was considering enucleation as a solution to all my problems.

I knocked on his door harder than necessary, but I was one volatile, impulsive thought away from blowing up this whole building so honestly it was a win I hadn’t done more than dent his door.

Why did it feel like everything I’d worked for was going to disappear?

Sometimes it scared me how much she understood me. Always has.

From day one, she’d looked into my eyes and saw the horror that lived inside me. She could see it and it terrified her, but she never looked away from me.

Shesawme.

Francesca wanted my darkness. Nurtured it. Brought it out of me at every opportunity. She knew how messed up I was and still, she poked and prodded and did everything under the sun to infuriate me so I’d remind her just how awful I truly was.

She liked how fucked up I was. Loved it actually.

Francesca wanted to bask in that darkness. Wrap it around her like a blanket and know her monster would keep aaalll the other monsters away.

Now she wanted someone else’s darkness and for the first time since we started this whole song and dance I felt…threatened? No, not quite that. Maybe it was jealousy? But I didn’t think it was that either.

I was more afraid of losing her than I was of dying and I wanted to live happily ever after with her but life wasn’t afairy tale. I’ve lived every day since I left like there wouldn’t be another but for the first time in our lives, she marked me.

Shemarkedme.

No more hesitation. She was mine.

She wasmineand I refused to live in a world where I had to watch her push me away again.

Would she ever understand how she was literally everything to me? Would she understand she was theonlyreason I haven’t ended up exactly like my father?

There was nothing I wouldn’t do for her. I would even find a way to change my designation if I had to.

All she had to do was say the word and I’d get it done.

Yeah, I was fucked up. Deeply flawed. Out of my mind more often than not. But that’s what Frankie liked about me.

So, what was I supposed to do now?

There was a rat by her side.

I could kill him but she’d never forgive me for it. I didn’t think it would even matter if I told her what he’s been up to. Frankie only liked the fucked-up ones. She’d probably like him even more when she found out he was spying on her.

I couldn’t help but smile.

How could I be mad she was like this when it was the only reason I had even a fraction of a chance with her?

I’ve made a lot of promises to Francesca over the years and I had no intention of breaking them. I didn’t want her to sacrifice a single thing she wanted ever again.Iwould be the one to sacrifice. I would be the one to suffer.

Soren needed to understand that I would always find a way to give her what she wanted even if that meant keeping him tied up until we came to anunderstanding.

I knocked on the door again, harder this time. It rattled in the frame before someone on the other side finally yanked it open.

Soren didn’t look surprised to see me which I found exciting.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded.

“My job.” I shoved past him into his apartment and took a look around. “I’m Leo by the way. Does Soren happen to be your real name?”

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