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Revenge would be his, but first, he needed to heal. His arms were of no use right now. He couldn’t even make a fist. Could barely walk on feet that still throbbed mercilessly.

Diablo staggered toward the nearest exit, the chains still dangling from his wrists as he pushed through the door.

Chapter Six

Elijah sat on the bed with an ice pack pressed against his head, steaming mad that Matias had broken his brain without taking precautionary measures first.

Now the guy hovered by the bedroom door, his arms crossed. He was just staring like he hadn’t just dropped a bomb in Elijah’s lap and let it explode.

It was as if they were in some kind of competition to see who could stay quiet the longest while staring at each other. Well, Elijah was glaring, but he had every right to.

And nope. He was not thinking about the truth bomb Matias had lobbed at him. Elijah couldn’t handle that level of insanity right now.

“I picked you up,” he said for the second time.

“You let me fall in the first place,” Elijah replied for the fifth time. His entire perspective of Matias had changed. A wolf?

Stop thinking about it before you pass out again.

But it made complete sense. His aggressive behavior, his dominance, and the way he made everyone move last night when—

Elijah’s jaw slowly dropped. “Is everyone here a—” The place had been crowded last night.

Oh god. Elijah had been surrounded by— “Is Santiago a—”

“Don’t get off that bed,” Matias warned, taking a step closer. “I don’t need you hitting your head again.”

Elijah’s brain shorted out. “Shouldn’t Santiago be a bear? He’s huge.”

Christ. Why was he even thinking about that right now? Who gave a shit what kind of animal Santiago should technically be? Matias, and the others, shouldn’t technically be… those animals.

And Elijah had been enjoying Matias’s pool “lesson” last night. Had just made a deal to stay if Matias proved his insanity.

And he’d proven it. So, did that make Elijah the insane one?

“Smoke is coming out of your ears, conejito.” Matias moved even closer, slow steps, like he was dealing with someone on the verge of a collapse. “You’re overthinking this.”

Instead of being afraid, Elijah was pissed. “You tricked me into that deal!”

“How?” Matias shouted right back. “You were the one to make it in the first place, little bunny. After you accused me of having intimacy issues!”

Elijah opened his mouth, but instead of yelling, he burst out laughing. He just wasn’t sure if it was from the absurdity of the situation, because it was too insane not to laugh at, or the indignation on Matias’s face.

Or maybe he was laughing because his brain was finally breaking.

Elijah threw the ice pack on the bed when Matias started a tirade in Spanish. “I already told you. If you’re going to talk shit about me, make sure I can understand the insults!”

Matias stormed over to him then away. “I’m fine.” He took a deep breath and cleared his throat, but there was a twitch in his jaw. The man was far from fine.

If Elijah had known accusing Matias of having a limp dick would set him off this badly, he still would’ve said it. The bastard had kidnapped him.

“I need to go this meeting.” Matias turned toward the door.

“Just don’t…” Elijah’s hand had shot out. He curled his fingers in when Matias turned to look at him. His eyes were narrowed, his nostrils slightly flaring.

“What, conejito?”

“Could you not lock the door?”

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