Page 170 of Alpha Leo and the Heart of Fire
I don’t think there’s any way I’d find these two fun to hang with but take care of yourself. I’m here if you need to talk.
I know. You’re tied to the Westwood devil for life now.
I guess I have fucking sold my soul.
Oh, absolutely.
We end the link, and Rayhan speaks,
“So, you own this club, if I’m correct?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m sure he has several businesses under different names,” Dante adds. Fucker.
“Maybe.”
“You have a fair share in the Rossi Empire, too,” Rayhan says, running his hand through his hair.
“I still don’t want it. Not because of whatever, but because that empire went to those heights because of your father. So why the fuck would I take that shit?” I ask.
“He made it for us, but it was started by our grandfather. We are the Rossi legacies, and it belongs to us all,” he replies.
“Well, carry on running that shit… if I ever need money, I know where to come,” I say, although I have no plan to take his money. I want the conversation done. He may be on the list as one of the richest men in the world, even the humans know who he is, but like I’ve said before… in the shadows, I am king.
“Great,” he replies with a smile. “Thank you, Leo, for giving me a chance. I assure you I will not give you any more room for complaints.” Yeah, I don’t do fucking mush and shit, so I simply give a careless nod.
“And you thought you’d be fucking needed,” I mutter, glaring at Dante. He raises an eyebrow.
“The night isn’t over,” he replies with a small smirk.
What? I am pretty smart, but the way he talks grates on my fucking nerves. What is he going on about?
“So, why do you wear those shades?” I ask, frowning.
“People don’t really like looking me in the eye,” he replies, and despite the light tone of his voice, I can feel the heaviness in it.
“Or more like we are unable to look into them,” Rayhan adds.
“Show me,” I say coldly, unable to fucking stop myself from asking.
“Sure, if you want.”
He places his glass down, removing his shades. For a moment,his eyes remain lowered, almost as if he is scrutinising his sunglasses in his hands. He has thick lashes, and I kinda get why Azura has issues with his hair, something that crossed her mind at least three fucking times today. That or how she is a whole day fucking older. She is stuck on that weird shit, just as Corrado is stuck on her not being able to cook. They are the perfect duo of weirdos. My weirdos.
He looks up slowly, and I find myself looking into deep red pupils. Instantly, I feel like I can’t breathe, and I am being sucked in. My surroundings seem to vanish, and all I can see are those burning orbs. My eyes sting as I try to hold his gaze. My entire head feels like it is going to split open from the intense pressure, and just when I think I can’t take anymore, he quickly looks away.
“Sorry. It can get a little intense,” he says when I let out a sharp exhale. My heart is thundering, and I realise it had been just a glance. What the actual fuck?
“Yeah, no shit.” Rayhan chuckles, and I glare at him.
“Sorry, but if it’s any consolation, you did better than most.”
“What the fuck is that?” I ask, glancing back at the younger man.
“I wasn’t doing anything,” he says, picking up his glass again. “It happened when I turned thirteen.”
“Is that when you shifted? Like a Lycan, then?” I ask.
