Biohazard 4 Leon Novels & Stories

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

Capri had moved on and could actually breath without feeling a pang in her heart. She could now think about Leo and not feel like something was missing and her whole world would just come crashing down. Work was finally getting to a place of not being utter chaos as she had a foundation of people that cared about what they were tasked to do. What she did not expect was Leo popping his head in like a lost puppy.

Fear surged as Leon approached. Ray had never hated before, but now it roared through him, overriding fear. Adrenaline mingled with hatred, fueling survival. Leon unlocked the door, gun trained on Ray. His calm, calculated demeanor terrified Ray. Inside, the shed reeked of motor oil and chemicals. Bugs skittered across the cement. Leon dragged Ray to a bolted chair, coils of frayed rope beside it.

Rhye, Leao, and Joseph were dangerous—that much was true—but despite their reputation, they operated with as much integrity as possible, only engaging in the dirty work necessary to keep this city, and the beings in it, safe. Rhye passed the brick to Leon, who dipped his pinkie into the white powder and dabbed it on his tongue, releasing a low, throaty moan. “Goodness, this is lethal to humans,” Leon added. The slightest feminine gasp floated on the sea breeze, hardly perceptible to anyone not actively listening for it, and Rhye felt Livia’s retreat. Why was she buying this thing? What for?

Cassian didn’t answer right away. Instead, he looked down the hall, where Leon sat sharpening a knife slowly, methodically. Not to use it. Just to keep his hands busy. To keep his rage from boiling over. Cassian turned back to her. “No,” he said quietly. “He’s not.” Anais frowned. “What?” “I checked the body. Leon didn’t finish the job. He was wearing kevlar. The blood was real—but it wasn’t fatal.” Anais’s stomach dropped.

Concluding the reports, he dropped the files and folders he brought with him on the desk, and then a pregnant silence stretched between us. My heart clenched and I let out a long sigh. “Still nothing, yes?” His expression tightened. “The divers didn’t find a body and whilst I would love to assume he was eaten by fishes, that would be bullshit. Leon is a sneaky piece of shit, a fucking rat, and one thing rats are good at, is hiding. But I would keep laying out traps for him and once I’m able to dangle some cheese to lure him out, he’s dead meat.”

The quiet surroundings gave him the creeps as he couldn’t hear a single sound, and the fact that the log cabin stood alone in the woods was really weird. Leon was almost frightened by his own thoughts. Since he could no longer maintain his composure, he wondered if he should pretend to regain consciousness at this moment. However, upon recalling Heather’s purpose in coming here, he felt that he should hold on a bit more. After all, no ordinary people could get close to Heather with her fighting skills. Still, he was worried; it would be troublesome if this Dr. Turner really harbored evil designs and used some kind of sleep-inducing incense. These doctors were good at these tricks, so he had

Zesh nods his head and the silence washes over him and his brother. Leon’s feet begin to make their way to the remains of the body. With every step he makes; he comes closer to the fear incarnate of his nightmares. This event was something that he never thought could happen to him. Leon thought that he and whoever he decided to love became untouchable because of the namesake of his family. That reality is nothing more than the ashes that he comes face to face with. Now, that safety net is gone and his lover and friend paid the ultimate price. The man is slow to kneel down before the remains of him. His face is riddled with both disgust and trying to maintain the visage that he is not emotion