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Though, knowing Leo, he’d stab me in the front just so he could see my reaction.

“Don’t fucking get near me,” I hissed.

Leo sucked in a broken breath.

The fucking liar.

Even the tears filling his eyes were fake.

“Jessamy!” He sounded so hurt.

Goddamn, he was good.

“Jessamy…” Black started.

“Get him away from me now, or I won’t be able to control my reactions.”

I.e., I’d probably shoot him with the gun I had in the holster underneath my breasts.

A gun that I had to carry because of this crazy fuck in front of me—Leo, not Black.

“Harding,” Black barked, pissed now. “Get him back in the cruiser. He looks cold.”

Harding was there, glaring at me.

Of course, Leo would have them wrapped around his perfect, fake-ass self’s proverbial finger.

That was fairly normal.

Leo was really good at getting people to think he was just a sweet, innocent kid.

Meanwhile, he’s torturing house cats and seeing how much torture a dog can take before it dies.

Black waited until Harding had led Leo away before he frowned at me. “What the hell? Your brother just found your dead parents’ bodies.”

I gritted my teeth and once again looked at them.

They looked frozen.

“What happened?” I asked.

He explained everything.

I snorted. “My brother probably did it.”

He knew how I felt about my brother.

But everyone saw a different Leo than I did.

It was like it was Leo’s ultimate goal in life—to make me seem like the crazy one.

In reality, he was the one so bat shit crazy that I couldn’t stand being in the same room as him. It was bad enough being in the same county.

“Jessamy…”

I shrugged. “Why did you want me here?”

Surely, he didn’t think I did it?