“So, Alejandro punished him by killing him off… So ultimately, isn’t he responsible for Indigo’s death? Because everyone knows that not many can survive the loss of their fucking mate.” I smoke my cigarette, raising an eyebrow. Marcel frowns.
“It’s not like that,” he says sharply, but he looks a bit unnerved.
“It fucking is. He ended two lives that day, fuck almost three. A logical person would have put him in prison, not for his sake butfor his mate’s. So, the way I see it, this brother of yours has made a lot of fucking mistakes.”
“Everyone makes mistakes, Leo, but Alejandro did it for Indigo, hoping she’d find someone -“
“Did he know she was pregnant?”
“Yes, but that’s -“
“So he still fucking risked Azura’s and her life? Because everyone knows the loss of a mate can fucking break you. She went into that battle wanting to die, right?” He is frowning as he looks at me, almost as if he doesn’t know what to say.
“Can I assume you are worried or angry for Azura?” He is watching me intently.
“Why would I be?” I deny.
This entire conversation leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. There is more to Azura Westwood than meets the eye, and the urge to learn and figure her out is growing. I like puzzles, and she brings a few, the topmost being her fucking ex. I actually want to see exactly what this fucker has that made her fucking date him.
“I’ll be leaving.” I stride to the door when he speaks,
“Leo, take her as your Luna. I assure you she will make you happy, and Corrado loves her already,” he says quietly. I don’t bother turning back or answering. Shutting the door behind me, I leave.
I replay the video once again as I make my way home, not wanting to think about what Marcel said. I watch the clip, seeing her brace her feet on the wall before flipping over and landing behind him. Damn, there is nothing hotter than seeing a woman kick ass. I am unable to stop the smirk on my face as she knocked Emmet to the ground. He is a cocky shit, so this is fun to see. I should ask her for a sparring match, I’m sure that would be pretty interesting…
Pocketing my phone, I head back. Emmet will meet me in the morning regarding the shipment anyway, and I don’t want himto be on alert when I question him. I want to know his fucking side, and then I’ll be the judge.
Was I Not Enough
Leo
Iam ready to hit the gym with Emmet once I have Corrado fed. I am already dressed in grey sweatpants, a white tank top, and sneakers. He is still giving me those sad looks, and I wonder if he is just being stubborn or actually missing Azura. What’s to miss anyway?
An image of her, comes to my mind.
Pretty much a lot.
Fuck, that.
“Want to have breakfast with Azura today?” I ask as I flip the crepes over in the pan. His eyes widen in excitement, and he nods.
“Is she back? Yes! Let’s go!” He says, jumping off the worktop.
“Hold up, fast guy, we need to get your breakfast made.”
“Oh, yes, Azura can’t cook. We must make her breakfast too, Daddy.” I frown.
“She must have food at her place.”
“But you said I’ll have breakfast with her…”
“I only cook for you,” I mutter, glancing down at him, only to see the sadness in his eyes.
“But this is for me.” Fuck, this kid is good at emotional blackmail.
“Fine.” I frown, and he smiles happily, as if he hadn’t just beennear tears a few seconds ago.
“Yes! Azura will love your crepes, Daddy!”
“You get crepes for her on one condition. You don’t tell her that I made them, deal?”
“Deal!” He says very fast as he runs to get a tray.
Great now I am cooking for her.
Once the two plates of crepes are done, complete with Nutella and strawberries, I place two glasses on the tray and am about to take the milk carton and a juice bottle out when Corrado grabs the milk carton from me.
“Daddy no juice, Azura likes milk,” he says this while hurrying to the tray and placing the milk on it. I’m sure she fucking does.
I grab the tray, frowning down at it. They sure look fucking good. Guess I’m a better cook than her. Not that I’ve eaten anything she’s made, but then again, it would be better not to because who knows what she’d put into it. At least she tasted fucking good.
Reaching Azura’s door, I knock and pass the tray to Corrado; I don’t want to be seen carrying it. I hope she gets here quickly before he drops it, too. I watch him. Seeing the excited smile on his face as he watches the door with avid anticipation makes me smile slightly. I’d do anything for him.
The door opens to a sleepy Azura. Her hair is as smooth as ever, but you can tell she has just woken up from the strands that fall in front of her face. Her eyes are half open, her plump lips set in a pout. The oversize shirt she had pulled on last night is hanging off her shoulder, barely covering those thighs of hers… totally fuckable. Her eyes widen when she looks us both over before she smiles brightly at Corrado.
“Hi, Azura! Daddy said I could have breakfast with you today.”
“Corrado! Oh, that would be amazing! And pancakes with Nutella. Yummy!” She crouches down slightly and takes the tray from him. My gaze dips to her ass as she turns and takes the trayto the table, Corrado following her excitedly. I realise the shirt is inside out, meaning she had pulled it on before getting the door. An image of her in nothing but her lingerie returns to me, and I have to force myself to look away from her ass.
“No, Azura, we call these crepes! Daddy made them, but he said I can’t tell you,” he declares, and I raise my eyebrow. Well, he sure doesn’t know how to keep a damn secret.
“Oh…” Azura for once seems to not know what to say. She turns to look at me, and I raise an eyebrow.
“I’ll pick him up in an hour and a half… after training,” I say emotionlessly, trying to keep my eyes locked on hers and not over that body of hers.
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