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They stare at each other for a couple of seconds—seemingly exchanging a silent conversation.
“I like you,” Rami eventually tells him before lifting his black gloved hands up and shifting to the side to give him space to leave.
“Who doesn’t ?” The guy snorts at him and takes one step forward before halting again. Without turning my way, he lets me know, “My offer may not stand next time.” Then he’s gone.
Rami whistles, grabbing the doorframe with both hands to lean out and watch him retreat. He then pulls himself back inside and closes the door, taking a couple of leisurely steps toward me. “What was that?”
I grunt and accept the bottle of water he hands me, chugging it down to avoid answering him.
“I feel like I witnessed something very dirty,” Rami says in a disturbing baby voice.
“You have a sick mind.”
“That I do, but I didn’t imagine theBasic Instinctvibes in here. If I smoked I’d be in dire need of a cigarette right about now.” He whistles.
“What did Lenny tell you?” I ask him, wanting to distract him from whatever he thinks he saw.
I hope I’m right and the guy isn’t a minor, because I’d feel like a fucking pervert with my attraction to the boy.
A very naughty boy.Where the fuck did that come from?
“The fucker wants you to fight again next week.” Rami’s voice snaps me out of my weird as fuck thoughts, and I sigh. It’s not that I don’t enjoy delivering punches, because I do. But I want to put an end to this. I’m dreading the thought of seeing another picture of a lifeless teen.
“If you win…”
“If?” I repeat incredulously.
Rami rolls his eyes at me. “Whenyou win, Lenny will invite us to train at his gym.”
Where his office is and luckily, any proof of his underage fighting ring. We haven’t seen any young boys around, not on the nights I’ve fought. And Rami keeps a watch on the factory when I’m not. But nothing.
The guy that was just here is the youngest fighter I’ve seen, but he looked old enough, and fit as well. An image of his strong body flashes in front of my eyes, making my dick twitch.Fucking hell.
“I called Clover again,” Rami says. Clover is a very skilled thief we contact when we need avelvetytouch. “He’s still in Japan for another week or so.”
Damn.
“Come on, Hulky, three more weeks max, and then Lenny or whoever else is behind it, is all yours.”
And when he says “all mine,” he means I can kill them. Because that’s what we do. My brothers and I make Chicago a safer place.Cleaningthe streets more thoroughly. Taking care of untouchable and sometimes undetected vile people. Our help is unknown to the police, since our judge-jury-executioner methods are frowned upon in our society. But our horrific childhood experiences turned us into different kinds of individuals, ones who have peculiar needs. Whatever our reasoning, we all enjoy making evil people pay—mostly in a bloody way.
We follow the code Linda has instilled in us since we were kids, which, right at this moment, I loathe. Specifically, the rule about being one-hundred-percent sure the fucker is guilty. I can see Lenny is bad news, and if it wasn’t for the code, his bones would be melting in one of the acid barrels back at the base right this moment.
“Who was the twunk?” Rami asks, making me almost choke on my water. Almost.
“Who?” I fake ignorance.
“Riiiight…Wink wink, nudge nudge.” He’s barely able to hold back his smile. “I’ll get a background on him.”
“Why? Do you think he has an ulterior motive for approaching me?”Did Lenny send him?I wouldn’t be surprised; he’s a suspicious fucker.
“Approaching you, ah? And how did he approach you?”
I flip him off and turn around to grab my bag. Exhaustion is starting to creep up on me.
“Don’t turn all angry-green. The background check is just a precaution. And you should be more friendly toward him.”
“Why?”
