Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Purchased Omega : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

"Too fucking late. I already hate you!" Julian cuts in, eyes devoid of every bit of familiarity. "And if you have any bit of heart left in you, you'd let me leave this mansion without drama by dawn."The silence stretches between them after that, long and heavy.Julian stares at Enzo, waiting for a response, waiting for him to finally let him go. He fucking owes him that much after all."No."He blinks in shock. Then anger. "What the fuck do you mean, no?!""I-I can't let you go, Julian." Enzo breathes shakily. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm really sorry, but I can't let you go.""Enzo!!" He's screaming again now, grabbing the front of his shirt. "You are the reason I'm an orphan, do you even understand how much you've ruined my life!?"Enzo feels his heart break with every word. "But I gave you a better one, didn't I? And I'll continue to take care of you. I'll give you everything you want, anything you need. Just ask." He meets Julian's eyes, silver burning with the kind of intensity that ma

"Enzo is being selfish right now, and you know it!" Frank cuts him off. "You have two options to clear your conscience, Rico. You either find a way to give Julian a phone and this information, or you find a way to send this to Mr. Adams himself." He meets Rico's eyes. "You have to choose one, Rico." Rico is quiet for a long time. He stands completely still, staring at his fingers. Betraying Enzo has consequences that he doesn't know if he's willing to bear. He doesn't know if Julian is worth that much pain. He sighs and looks back up, his irises dark with guilt. "I-Frank, I'm sorry, but I can't. I can't choose." Frank frowns. "You have to do something, Rico. Enzo is growing unstable again, you can clearly see that. If anything happens to Julian, his blood is also going to be on you too." "I know, I know. It's just-" Rico pinches the bridge of his nose, lost in thought. Frank doesn't rush him. He sits quietly, letting Rico take his time with his conscience. Finally, after

Julian feels like his legs are going to give out. The bandage around his leg does nothing to stop the ache as he struggles with a bag of groceries up the stairs of the crappy motel he's currently staying at. The hoodie, sunglasses, and dark clothes make the other fat-bellied, older guests stare at him with open disdain. Thankfully, none of them actually approach him. It's been five hours. He's been on the run for five fucking hours. He doesn't even know where he is. Just that he took over five buses until he reached a quiet, small town on the outskirts. Honestly, Julian doesn't even know where he is. Doesn't know if he's still in Los Angeles. He's scared to ask. Scared that if he finds out how far away he is from Enzo, he'll be tempted to go back. He also didn't stop at Marcus' first, didn't contact him. He's scared out of his mind that Enzo would do something to him if he finds out they've been talking--so it's better like this. He needs to stay all alone. For now, at le

"Fuck, even his smile resembles mine." Julian thinks as the man comes even closer, his strong scent filling every inch of Julian's nostrils. "I'm Elliot Adams. And I received your message a few hours ago." Okay, holy, fucking, shit! The number actually went? He can't believe his fucking eyes, seeing the man standing right before him. Then his brows furrow, remembering exactly how they'd dragged him here. The shock on his face turns to a frown. "You kidnapped me." "Ah, I'm sorry about that." He says genuinely. "I've been quite under the radar for years now, and I just wanted to be sure this wasn't just a ruse to lure me out." Under the radar. Yes, he saw that last night while searching about them. But why? There are a lot of questions, and Julian doesn't know where to fucking start. The man seems to notice his turmoil and takes the initiative instead. "Julian Reid..." He walks closer, hand hovering over Julian's face like he still can't believe his eyes. "...I can't believe thi

"Hello? Julian?" Julian holds his breath, feeling like he's about to puke. Hearing Enzo's voice, so worried and panicked, makes him feel sick to his stomach, knowing it's because of him. But then, the part of him that's still fuming slowly resurfaces. He suddenly remembers all his anger and the reason he needed so desperately away from him... Julian's mouth closes, breathing hard as Enzo continues to panic over the phone. "Where are you, my baby?" Enzo breathes. "Please, just-- tell me where you are, I'll come pick you up myself. Let's talk about this. I know we can fix things-" Fix things? The words feel like a bone stuck inside his throat. He clears his throat quietly, schooling his voice to sound harsher than he intends. "I only picked up to make sure Rico and his friend are okay." The line goes dead silent after that. But he knows, knows from Enzo's breathing that he's fuming on the other side. He imagines his face in that moment. Those beautiful silver eyes that gr