Page 100 of Alpha Leo and the Heart of Fire
The door shuts behind her, and I smoke my cigarette, lost in thought. I’m not ready to talk to Emmet yet. I had visited the confinement centre earlier, but I didn’t go into his cell. He had been sitting on the bed, hands cupped behind his head, unmoving. But I wasn’t ready… not yet… I need to calm down first. I spoke to Jax last night, and it was fucking obvious he hadn’t even realised when the drug had taken effect. Only Emmet would have the answer to what his aim was…
He wasn’t meant to know Jax was there watching over Azura, but he had known he was there and drugged him. So, I want toknow why he had targeted him. Was it because he hadn’t wanted anyone watching or because I had lied that he was Azura’s mate? Either way, I’ll fucking find out when I go to see him.
I glance at the time. I had been notified that a car had come to pick up Alejandro and Kiara and that they would most likely leave soon. Good.
I have a meeting to attend regarding the buyers of the shipment, too. Plus, I have done some more research on this fucking Judah. I return to my underground cave and begin dealing with what I have to. Once this entire shipment is sold, I will have enough funding for all the pack pups.
Enough for them to be settled and live the life I want for them. I spend the next few hours trying to find more details on Judah. I have already sent Dan to see what he can find… I am going to get to the bottom of this shit, one step at a time.
It’s now evening, and although the day has been fucking long, I can’t deny that there is something about the coming night that I am looking forward to. For starters, the look on Corrado’s face when I return on time as he stands there in an apron and chef’s hat that he must have picked up today. That is enough to make me smile.
Winona has everything washed and set out for me, and, from what I can tell, the place has been cleaned. Not to mention it smells of something citrus and deep.
I get to work cooking and giving Corrado small jobs, knowing I don’t have much time. Winona sets the dishes before she leaves us to it. I hadn’t really given Azura a time, and so I mind-link her telling her to be here for seven. She replies promptly, and now I fucking feel as if I am running out of time.
“So, Daddy, what have you cooked for Azura?”
“For us,” I state.
“Yes, and for Azura.” Does he have to keep saying ‘for Azura?’ I give up arguing with the kid and add the diced peppers to the pan.
“Spicy rice, grilled tandoori chicken, chips, and chilli cheese bites.”
“Daddy, you didn’t cook the cheese bites.”
“No, but you love them and I’m still popping them in the air fryer. That counts as fuc- cooking.” He giggles and nods, knowing I almost swore.
“Okay! I hope Azura likes it, Daddy… what if she doesn’t?” He stares at the food, and I raise an eyebrow.
“I thought you liked the food I cook.”
“I do, but what if Azura doesn’t?”
“And who cares? I’m sure she’ll eat whatever considering she can’t even cook,” I smirk.
“Oh, yes. Azura can’t cook… then she will like Daddy’s food.” Yeah, she fucking will.
I leave the chicken on the griddle pan and tell Corrado to take the drinks from the fridge to the table. That will keep him busy long enough for me to get changed into something else. I leave the lounge and go to my bedroom. I enter the bathroom to wash my face before I take out some black jeans and a black t-shirt. The bedding has been changed in here, too. Running my fingers through my hair, I return to the lounge only to see Corrado fixing his shirt. He turns and gives me a megawatt smile.
“Do I look okay, Daddy?”
“You look great,” I reply as his eyes examine me.
He frowns.
“Why is Daddy not wearing something nice?”
“I’ve been working all day, kiddo. I like what I’m wearing.”
“It’s not a dinner outfit. Daddy, you look like a bad boy. Azura likes people who look smart!”
Nah, she likes me just the way I fucking am.
“Well, the main thing is you look cute and smart, and this dinner is for you, right?” His smile returns with full force, and he nods.
“Oh, yes!”
I take the chicken off the grill and place it onto the bed of salad before covering the platter and checking the chips. The doorbell rings, and I stiffen. Just the thought of being around her is extremely appealing, yet fucking confusing.
