Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Purchased Omega : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

ONE YEAR AGO. "There's someone I'd like you to meet," Vittorio says, as Enzo settles down at the dining table. He barely reacts, but the twitch in the veins on his neck is obvious. He should've known his father was up to something when he asked him to come down to Italy. Barely five minutes into dinner, the staff escorts an obnoxious, but extremely beautiful Omega into the dining room. She has the kind of face that made Alphas salivate, but Enzo barely even blinked at her. That made Sephrina instantly want him. She was intrigued by why he seemed so indifferent towards her. And the thrill of watching the one man who couldn't care less about her finally become obsessed was an addictive quest. Vittorio introduced her as the first daughter of one of the most dangerous Italian mobs, claiming she was much better for Enzo than those random Omegas he slept with to keep his pheromones at bay. Enzo's teeth gritted in irritation, but he tried to play it cool. Her scent irritated

The implication hangs tightly in the air... Rico almost contemplates keeping the rest of everything to himself, until Enzo asks, "Do they know about Julian?" "Don, he wouldn't be here if they did." Yeah, fuck. One more thing to hide from him again. And Enzo knows, knows he can't keep living like this. There's too many secrets between them, too many things waiting to tear them apart. For someone as shameless and ruthless as him, he never thought one day he'd be scared to confess certain things. Scared--a word he's never used on himself before. But damn, there's no other way to describe it. He's scared out of his bones of loosing Julian. He can't fucking live without him. Not because of his unstable pheromones, but because these months with Julian are the happiest he's ever been. He can't--fuck, he can't lose him. He'll run mad. He'll go crazy. He'll scorch America down looking for him. The thought makes his chest tighten, eyes wide in a way he has only seen on the

Enzo glares at her as she finishes. "If you do that for me, then I swear to you, I'll keep your secret." Enzo, for the first time in his life, goes quiet. He looks at Sephrina again, the wheels in his head turning, trying to process exactly the fuck he just heard. She wants sex? That's what she wants? Now, he's not stupid. He knows if he gives in now, the requests will never stop coming. But that's not the only reason. The real reason...is he wouldn't be able to get it up even if he wanted to. Julian has messed with his head so much, the thought of having sex with someone else doesn't appease him anymore. After the failed hookup with Ash in Vegas, he decided to...test shit out when he got back. He's tried, more than twice, to hook up with different Omegas like he usually did. But nothing. His cock remained flaccid the entire time, and he only got hard thinking of fucking Julian. Of course, by that time, he was no longer interested in the girl in front of him, so he pus

Enzo stares at the name on the screen for a long second before answering. "De Luca," he breathes skeptically. The older man's voice is deep with the kind of terrifying edge that tells you he's not someone to be toyed with. "Enzo..." he starts, "I've been trying to reach Sephrina for the past hour. She's not answering my calls. Is she with you?" Enzo's jaw tightens. That's because she's tied up in her room for trying to run her mouth. "She must be somewhere in the house." "Put her on." "I'm too busy to do that right now." There's a short, heavy pause after that. And when De Luca speaks again, the politeness is completely faded. "I see..." His tone grows colder and more businesslike. "Well, I've been meaning to talk to you anyways." Enzo's fists clench by his sides. "About what?" "Nothing really." It's never nothing. "Just, a few of our mutual partners in Italy have expressed concern. They're worried you're no longer fit to represent Italy in Los Angeles." "What

Enzo couldn't care less that his men are supposedly hooking up dead in the night in that moment. Without even so much as a glance at any of them, he storms out. Even from this distance, he can hear Sephrina screaming, "He killed your mother!! Your own partner murdered your mother in cold blood-" Her screaming is cut off when the door slams open. Enzo stands there with red, blazing eyes, murderous anger rolling off him in waves. The clothes he used to tie her down hang from her, completely torn, the gag from her mouth now resting loosely around her neck. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He bellows, making her take an instinctive step back, but her chin stays up. "I'm just saying the truth. He deserves to know, Enzo." Enzo's response is an angry growl. An actual growl. Before, one second he's by the door; the next, he's on her. He snatches the table knife from the fruit tray on her bedside table as he pins her hard to the mattress with his full weight, pressing t