Page 40 of Craving the Sin


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Leo watches me with a smirk I want to wipe off his face.

He turns his head toward Avira. “When did you come, Avi?”

“Last night. Didn’t Zoan tell you? I thought you guys inform each other even before you go take a dump.”

He laughs. “Why the hostility toward me?” He glances at me. “Your Zoan doesn’t love me more.”

I grit my teeth.

“For how long are you staying here?” he asks her.

She points her chin toward me. “Ask him.”

The bastard grins. “Oh, he would love to keep you here forever.”

“The Russian shareholder you were tracking came back to America last week. I saw news of her meeting other investors.”

His head snaps toward me. Now it’s my turn to smirk.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought you weren’t interested, so I didn’t bother.”

Avira rises from the couch. “You guys talk about your boring business. I’m going upstairs.”

Once she leaves, I drive my fist into Leo’s stomach. He doubles over before straightening and slamming a punch into my chest. “Hitting you is so damn useless.” He grits.

“You knew what she feels for me,” I grunt.

“Like you knew she came back to America,” he spits back.

“You were the one claiming not to give a shit,” I state coldly.

He leans back. “Like you were ignoring the elephant in the room.”

I glare at him. He glares back.

“She can’t love me,” I tell him.

“You can’t decide that for her.”

“She’s not taking this well, Leo. I need to make her feelings disappear.”

He smirks. “I would love to watch your ruin once she starts hating you. But I can bet you won’t even survive the process.”

I hate how right he is. I’ll have to hurt her again and again until she begins to hate me.

“I’ll die before hurting her. But she’s hurting even now.” I press my head into my hands.

Leo grips my shoulder. “I have an idea.”

I look at him.

“Why don’t you help her fall for someone else?”

My vision floods red. Visuals of blood spilling, of fire consuming everything in my way, flicker before my eyes. I swing my hand to punch him again, but he blocks it.

He rises from the couch, rubbing his palm with a frown. “You could’ve caused serious damage to my intestines, man.”