Biohazard 4 Leon Novels & Stories

He lives for her, he can think unless he's with her. Leon jolted out of his thoughts as soon as he noticed a figure rushing to his place beside the beach. No, make that three__ Leon corrected himself as soon as he noticed three security men were coming over to him. “ Fuck! That stupid woman has reported me. I don't know what's wrong with humans. Why can't they just mind their business? I wasn't disrupting their business for heaven's sake” Leon lamented bitterly as he pulled a drag of the cigarette in his hands which he had forgotten in his monologue.

“What do you mean what? Tamara, this is good news. The bastard’s been untouchable for years. About time someone put him down.” Hearing him say it should have been a relief. I told myself it would be. But when the words hit my ears, something in my chest tightened the way it had the first night I realized what he could do. I wanted to tell Jasper to shut his mouth. I wanted to tell him to be quiet. I wanted to crawl into the TV and shove the image back into the world so it didn’t exist. Leon was never careless. He never made mistakes I could see. He planned. He moved things. He made problems fold in. He didn’t belong under hospital lights. If he was there now, it meant he couldn’t walk it off

(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.

“Okay. Rest well. Your father will be home later. Try not to let him see you like this.” The door clicked shut. Leon let out a shaky breath. He slowly pulled the dildo out with a wet sound that made his face burn with fresh shame. He wiped it quickly with the edge of the towel and shoved it under the mattress, hiding it deep where no one would find it. His hands were still trembling as he cleaned himself up, dressed in loose shorts and a plain t-shirt, and finally sat down at the desk. The tea was still steaming. He drank it slowly, the sweetness doing nothing to calm the storm in his chest. The fever made everything feel heavy and distant. His scraped knees throbbed under the bandages. The

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.

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