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I suppose only time will tell if the treatment worked.

Chapter Eleven

Davis

Jolie has been worried for the last few days. Melinda hasn’t returned her messages, and she insists that something isn’t right, so Brennan and Chester have gone to check on Melinda to ease Jolie’s worries. Ziyon is back, so we think he is just being a dick.

Melinda was honest when she said she wasn’t trying to spy on us. I didn’t need to feel her pulse to see it written all over her face. I really want this to work out for Jolie—she deserves to have one parent that cares about her. Most of us have at least one adult in our lives who gives a shit about us, besides Laughn and Creed. My parents are around, but usually absent—always have been. It’s the downside of the wealthy being part of an experiment. They wanted to be involved, but they didn’t care for the ongoing responsibility.

“Maybe we should check on them,” Jolie says, biting her thumbnail. “They’ve been gone for ages.”

“They’ll be fine, and it hasn’t been that long. You need to get ready for class.”

“Class? I can’t get ready for class. My clothes don’t fit anymore. Brennan was ordering me new ones, and he isn’t even back yet.”

I smile at her rant. “You’re the boss now, and you can abolish the uniform rule.”

Her head whips to me, and she cocks a brow; clearly she hadn’t thought about that until now. Pulling out her phone, she quickly types something and then puts it back into her pocket. “Done. Now none of the pregnant students have to wear a uniform. We are all getting too damn big.”

“Why don’t you get ready, and I will call Chester and see what’s up.”

“Fine,” she huffs, storming off to her room.

We still have a few weeks until the house is done, and that’s with Creed throwing extra money at the builders to finish it sooner. We are all more than a little cramped down here. Most people would be fine, but we have never had to all live this close together before. It’s only a matter of time before Chester and Boston kill each other. Boston doesn’t know how to not push Chester’s buttons. Laughn has also taken to stirring him up to get a reaction.

“What?” Chester growls when I dial his number.

“How far away are you? Jolie is going to castrate me and come looking for you.”

“Tell her if she so much as comes in this direction, I will spank her ass until it’s blue,” he snaps.

“Do you really think that would stop her? It would turn her on, and she would run there. What’s taking so long?”

“Brennan set up some external cameras. Ziyon is back, and his men wouldn’t let us through. We couldn’t get a visual on Melinda, so Marlow is working on hacking into his homesecurity system as we speak. We are leaving now. Tell her we will meet her at Olympia and to get her ass to class.”

“Fine, see you at Olympia.”

He cuts the call, and I pocket my phone. Jolie comes back out, and I raise my eyebrow and give her a questioning look.

“What?” she asks.

This takes “no uniform” to another level. Jolie has on a pair of grey sweats—pulled to her knees—paired with one of Marlow’s oversized shirts tied at the side, and some weird-looking sandals that are a cross between crocs and slippers. She has finished it off with her hair in a messy bun.

“Nothing, just admiring your beauty.”

She flips me off with a huff. I jump up from the couch and follow her into the kitchen, where she pulls out a drink bottle and a packed lunch. Petra packs Jolie food every day since there are certain foods pregnant women are not allowed to eat. Even though the rules don’t apply to her, she wants to be careful anyway.

“Ready?” I ask once she puts her lunch container into her backpack.

“Yes, I’m meeting Jimmie in the library to study since we have a spare session first up this morning. Our chemistry teacher is MIA.”

“He said he is on his way. They are trying to hack into Ziyon’s security cameras.”

“Wait for me,” Kai calls, walking into the kitchen. “My car is in the shop, so I need a ride.”

I look him over and shake my head. Kai isn’t a morning person. His shirt is buttoned crookedly and half tucked into his pants.

Jolie walks over to him and unbuttons his shirt. “Oh, I like where this is going,” he drawls. “I think we have time.”

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