Page 119 of Foxy Filthy Omega

He looked up and locked eyes with me as he licked the blood from his thumb. His eyes sharpened and the red glowed, warning me that he wasn’t as calm and collected as he seemed on the surface.

With the blood dripping from his nose, down his chin, and the psychotic way he grabbed the blade of the machete – ripping it out of my hand and slicing his palm open in the process…

I could see why Frankie liked him as much as she did.

Soren tossed the machete to the floor and closed the distance between us, taking his sweet time about it too. He was in no hurry, practically sauntering over.

Then he kicked my legs out from underneath me and slammed me down to the ground.

I coughed when the air got knocked from my lungs. “Real professional…upstairs neighbor behavior.” I heaved in a breath and dodged his punch, laughing when he growled in frustration. “Come on. Use your words, Soren.”

But there wasn’t a single drop of sanity left in his eyes. I could definitely relate. Francesca was good at driving people insane.

Shoving back to wrap my legs around his neck, I brought him down and flipped him onto his back. He caught the knee I tried to shove into his throat and grabbed my neck so he could push me to the side.

We both had too much training and our strength was well matched. Every time I got the upper hand he’d take it from me and then we’d go around and around, grappling with each other like a pair of idiot boys arguing over who got the last piece of bacon.

This was taking too long and I had other shit to do.

I whipped out the zip ties and snapped them around one wrist, then the other when I countered his move. A third one totie them together behind his back would give me a few seconds of breathing room.

Kicking his chest, I flipped back and landed in a crouch, watching him carefully as he tipped over.

“Chill out for a second,” I warned. “We need to finish our little chat.”

“I serveno one,” he growled as he somersaulted backward.

Soren landed on his knees with his hands secured behind his back.

“Before you break out of that, I need to clarify something.” I kept my weight on the balls of my feet, ready to move the second he came at me. “I’m not here to get you to do something you don’t want to do. I’m here to get you tounderstandthat her life depends on what you decide to do next.”

Some sanity started trickling back into his eyes.

I watched in wary admiration as his shoulders slumped and he reeled in more of his pheromones than I thought was possible in his current state.

“Sorry,” Soren muttered. “I’ve been on edge all day.”

Clearly.

I didn’t say anything though because all the talking was done. The rest was up to him and if he decided to keep working this job, I’d make sure he couldn’t get out of those ties, torturing him until he told me who he was working for.

Then I’d flip him.

But getting him to flip willingly would be better for Frankie.

Soren didn’t try to get out of the zip ties but he did get to his feet, dropping down onto one of the only chairs we hadn’t knocked over.

“You work for Francisco Lopez then?” Soren asked as he rubbed his bloody chin on his shirt.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was totally fine but that freak out earlier told me he wasn’t just on edge.

He was about to have a nuclear level crash out.

“I work for Frankie,” I corrected. “Francisco was simply a placeholder.”

She’s marked me after all. She was mine now just as much as I was hers. No one else’s.

“What work do you do for her exactly?”

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