Oh, but that’s not all. Nope, our girl isn’t done, and I find my need to stop her very delayed.
As soon asLexdoubles over holding his face, Leo delivers an upper cut to his already very broken nose, then grabs his shoulder and knees him in the goddamn balls.Then, once Collinsworth falls completely to the ground, she kicks him in the nuts again.
“I fucking quit.” She reaches into her pocket and pulls out the ring of keys for the property, throws them at him while he rolls around on the ground before she fucking spits on him.
Leo fuckingspiton a multi-millionaire philanthropist for calling us something we’ve heard most of our lives.
Silently, almost eerily silent, Leo wipes her hands off on her jeans, walks back over to me and Luck, grabs each of us by the hand then leads us over to the van as if she didn’t do any of that.
And all I can think after watching it happen is,why can’t this fucking perfect woman really be in love with me, too?
25
LEONOR
“So, are we going to talk about what happened?”
I roll my eyes as I reach for a second towel, stepping out of the shower with it barely wrapped around me before I go back to ignoring Mark.
Not that I’m ignoringhim, not really. I’m avoiding the conversation he wants to have, which absolutely pertains to Collinsworth. A more in depth discussion about how he’s been acting at work, and most likely the fact that I shouted that I was in love with allfourof my best friends in his face.
Mark is the only one who doesn’t know that, or won’t entertain it, anyway, and what just happened isn’t exactly how I wanted to broach the subject.
IfI ever broach the subject.
“What is there to talk about?” Leaning toward the mirror, I glance at him in the doorway of my bathroom before tightening the towel. “You were there, you saw.”
Mark scrubs a hand over his skull trim before coming to stand next to me. “That wasn’t everything.”
My eyes meet his in the mirror briefly, those hazel orbs fixed for a second before he reaches for his toothbrush. I watch theway he rolls his toothpaste tube from the bottom, squeezing just enough onto the bristles, his movements fluid and calculated.
He might be the most carefree, the one Kane Night called thefiercest funny manhe’d ever met, but there’s so much more to Markus Favre than what he shows to the world.
His humor, his positivity, they’re genuine but they’re also a front, a mask to hide behind when he’s not sure how to cope. Mark’s ability to deflect the heavy topics with a stupid joke or raunchy comment is second to none and when that doesn’t work, my teddy bear of a man shuts down and disappears.
Both are exactly why no one knows him the way we do.
They don’t know how big his heart is, how much he really cares about the few people he lets into his life. No one sees how selfless he is or the way Mark will literally put everyone else’s needs before his own. He’s spontaneous and impulsive but there’s this level of control Mark has, one that comes from carefully planning what he’s going to do and how he’s going to do it, and that is what makes him such a musical genius.
We all contribute to our albums, whether it’s the music or lyrics, but Mark is the mastermind behind the composition of each song, the arrangement of each note and even though it doesn’t seem like it, that meticulousness is in everything he does.
Even brushing his teeth.
“We rode back to the loft in silence, sugar. I could feel how pissed off you were and it isn’t really like you to stay quiet when you’re like that.”
“People change,” I say as I reach for my toner. “Maybe I handle my anger differently these days.”
Mark frowns at me as he spits, finishing with his teeth before he turns, pops a hip against the sink and crosses his arms over his chest.
“What?”
He arches a brow.
And I roll my eyesagain. “Ok, I don’t but I was too mad to clearly articulate my thoughts. Silence seemed like a better option.”
Not to mention I was scared. I won’t admit that, I don’t need to because I know Lucky and Mark saw it, but I was afraid before I was royally pissed off so I bit my tongue.
Shaking his head, Mark reaches for my kimono before coming to stand behind me. “Calling Luck a circus freak was definitely bullshit and I’m glad you clocked that dill weed for doing it.”
