“Stay away from him. He’s mine, and I don’t want a Westwood anywhere near him. You don’t belong here. The sooner you’re fucking gone, the better.” His words hurt, but I just stare at him challengingly, unblinkingly matching his glare.
“I can’t wait either,” I spit resentfully.
“At least we agree on one thing,” Leo’s icy reply comes. Grabbing the thread picker and ripping it from his arm, he tosses it onto the ground, our eyes meeting once. “You are a fucking psycho.” With that, he turns and storms off.
My heart is raging. I grab the bloody object from the ground before slamming the door shut. I toss it in the kitchen sink, trying to calm the intense storm inside of me. Staying here isn’t helping… maybe I should just leave. This baby’s safety worries me… what do I do? This is a bad idea…
Maybe I should just come clean to someone about everything… including what happened last year. I wonder if Judah will try to contact me soon; hopefully, he thinks I’m still wounded or dying somewhere. A girl can hope, right?
I run my hand through my hair. An evening that had started off pleasant and happy had been ruined by just a few words.
Dickface.
Discussions and Decisions
Leo
Iswitch the coffee machine on, smoking a cigarette as I lean against the worktop, looking down at my arm. The wound is long gone, but the memory remains. She is a fucking psycho. Who the fuck goes around stabbing people with whatever shit they have at hand?
I overreacted. I know I fucking did, but the moment Corrado started to show off his doll…
I want her out of my life. I need her gone, but I also know she has reasons that are forcing her to stay, none that involve me. There is something that she is running from, and I am certain it is linked to whatever the fuck happened that night. If I am able to find out, I can have it dealt with and then tell her she is safe to leave early.
Her phone. I need to get to work on that shit.
“Good morning, Daddy,” Corrado says as he comes out of his bedroom with Winona.
“Good morning. You sleep okay?” I ask, crouching down and ruffling his hair. He smiles at me and nods, giving me a hug.
“I slept the best, and Simon the robber slept with me! I wantto go to Azura’s again today, okay? She said I can!” I resist frowning, hiding my irritation as I ruffle his hair.
“Don’t you want to hang with Jackie or Nikki instead? Or Winona? I’m sure she takes good care of you?”
“But Azura is so fun.”
Yeah, she is fun, and a complete psycho! You never know what shit she’s going to pull next.
“She even made a doll that looks like you, Daddy!” I raise an eyebrow.
“Did she now?”
“Yeah, she said it’s not you, but it does look like you.” He grins as Winona begins taking things out for breakfast. I stand up, lifting Corrado onto the worktop.
“I’ll make breakfast for us today,” I tell her. She has already dressed him. I have a bit of time before Emmet shows up anyway, and I need to explain to this kid that he is not to see her again.
“Are you sure, Alpha?” I nod, and just as she is about to leave, I speak to her through the mind link.
He is not to meet Azura. She is a guest here, nothing more. I don’t trust her entirely. Be more careful next time, Winona. Not everyone who appears to be good is good.
Sorry, Alpha, I will keep that in mind.
It’s fine.
Thank you. I’ll be back at noon.
Perfect.
She lowers her head to me before closing the door behind her.
“So, what do you want to eat, kid?”
“Pancakes,” he replies without even thinking.
“Pancakes it is. Nutella?”
“Yes, and fruit!”
Flipping the kettle switch on, I take the readymade mix out,adding water before getting the pan. He watches me, smiling happily, and I ruffle his hair before I begin on the pancakes.
“Thank you for spending time with me, Daddy.” This kid can induce so many fucking emotions in me, I don’t even know how. I give him a one-armed hug, squeezing him.
“You don’t need to thank me for anything. I told you that,” I remind him, pouring some boiling water into a large bowl.
“Yes, but I want to.” He smiles as I flip the pancakes, adding some Nutella to a small bowl and placing it in the boiling water to soften. He sighs heavily, and I glance at him as I take the three pancakes out and add some more.
“What’s up?” I ask him, waiting for the second batch to be done.
“You know Azura? She can’t cook. She said making sandwiches is cooking.”
My heart fucking does some weird shit. I hate when I learn new shit about her because I hate how it fucking catches my attention.
She is a Westwood, remember that, Leo.
“Yeah?”
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