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When he starts eating ice cream and sucks on the spoon, moaning all his pleasure, completely oblivious to the effect he has on me, I feel the need to grab him by the neck and make himkneel at my feet. Linda’s smug gaze piercing my head halts my dirty thoughts.

I won’t close any deal with Sari. But he’s already mine, and I take care of what belongs to me. I’ll keep him close. Nobody will touch him.

No-bo-dy.

five

SARIEL

“This is Lori the Magnificent, what can’t I do for you?”

I roll my eyes at the way he answers the phone. “It’s Sari.”

“Hey, Angel. I’m having an Irish coffee with Ollie, want to join us?”

“I can’t. I’m at work.” I check the door of my lab, but Uri is still in Raph’s office.

“I need a favor.”

He hums. “I’ll do it if you give me something in exchange.”

“Just do it, Lor,” I hear Ollie scold him.

“Shush!”

“What do you want from me?” I ask.

“It’s pretty easy. Kiss a guy in front of Uri.”

Saliva goes into the wrong tube, and I start coughing.

“Look what you’ve done? That’s pretty shitty even for you,” Ollie barks at Lori over the line.

“That’s an oxymoron. Shit cannot be pretty,” Lori snaps back.

“That’s horribly shitty of you, then.”

“How dare you!”

When I’m able to breathe normally again, I question Lori, “Why do you want me to kiss a guy in front of Uri?”

“I’m tired of waiting. You both have enough pent-up sexual energy to power Chicago!” he huffs.

Is he suggesting that Uri and I…we… “I-I can’t do that! I want you to take me away from him…for the night. Tonight.” I gesture animatedly while talking.

“Did something happen?” Ollie sounds worried, which is the last thing I want. A few minutes, and all my brothers will converge here to find out who dared upset me.

“Beats me if I know what is going on between those two!” Lori mutters.

“I just need some fun time,” I hurriedly get out.

“Away from Uri?” Ollie’s voice is skeptical.Crap!

“I get it, Angel.A-holes be crazy.” Lori saves me from answering. “Bugger! This goes against my bet,” I think I hear him mumble.

“Who cares?” Ollie counters. “This is more important than a bet.”

What bet?My brothers are always laying wagers on…anything. I can barely keep up.

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