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“Hey, Ollie, so glad to see you again. You look a bit pale,” he tells me with an understanding smile.
“It’s his first time, Angel.” Lori reminds him before the others, hearing our voices, turn toward us.
“We have another blood virgin in the house, lovely,” Rami jokes. His beard is getting ridiculously long now—Cast-Awaylong—especially compared to his shaved head.
“The only virgin here is the rum and Coke you’re drinking,” Lori purrs back at him.
Rami frowns, “It’s only Coke, no rum, Gremlin.”
“Exactly.” My friend yanks the can from Rami’s hand and takes a sip. “Try to keep up, Red Beard.”
“Hey kiddo, how’s Sully?” Linda asks.
“Still sleeping. But okay, despite everything.”
“We’ll all help him get through this, and if he needs to talk to someone with a degree on the wall, Meg is always available.” I only nod at her. In truth, I haven’t thought that much ahead, I just want him back at home.
“That’s the lab,” Sari tells me, when he sees me looking at the room through the glass door on my left. “There’s also Rami’s workspace, and on the other side, an open space with a nice kitchen, sofas, and a TV to chill.” He points in the general direction. “The guys take DNA samples—blood, tissues, saliva, and more—from the donors, and depending on what I’m working on or is needed at that moment, I use them accordingly,” he adds. Rague told me Sari is a famous researcher working for a big pharmaceutical company Raph is the president of.
“Oh, the Northwest Memorial was able to use the bone marrow we sent on the patient with leukemia.” Sari beams at Rami’s words.
So, they really do help people. I mean I knew they did, but now I’m actually getting it.
“How about organ transplants?” Lori’s question is a good one. They could save a lot of people that way. A guy who works at the recycling plant has his daughter on a waiting list, and he complained about how long it will take.
“As a consequence of ourpeculiarmethods, in most cases, it’s impossible to donate organs. We don’t want to get caught or have doctors lose their jobs or worse. Rami is great at creating fake paperwork, but he’s not God,” Uri explains.
“Take that back, infidel!” Rami sniffs at him.
“You should try harder to find a way,” I blurt out.
“And look who’s fighting for our cause now.”Am I? Yes, I definitely am.Linda’s words catapult me back to the reason why I am here.
“Never liked black and white colors. Grey has always made more sense to me,” I tell her, and she regards me with what looks like interest.
“Is Rague getting anything out of them?” Uri asks. “Can’t hear anything.”
Linda glances back at me, and then pushes a button on a small screen I just now notice is on the glass wall, turning the sound back on.
A horrible, gurgling noise fills the room. Then a crack followed by an agonizing scream.
Rami shifts his big body to the right, letting me finally see what I’m hearing.
It’s a room covered in… large pink plastic sheets with some kind of design on them. Gabe is leaning on the far wall, arms crossed, bored expression. There are two chairs in the middle on which two naked men are sitting, hands and feet tied—one is Lenny, the other guy is the one who filmed the beating. Scorpion is hanging a couple of feet from the ground on the left wall, his bare body is all bloody. His arms are stretched over his head, hands cuffed to two big metal chains.
Rague is standing in front of him, head canted to the side, and God, he looks so big and threatening and…striking. Here in this pink torture room, under the strong white lights, he seems to be in his natural element. His eyes are so dark, like two bottomless black holes. The void expression turns his facial features into a sharper, harsher mask. He’s ready to inflict pain and enjoying it—just like when he fights in the ring. I’m mesmerized by him. His power, his control, his hardiness. All I want to do is watch him.
“What’s with the weird plastic every time?” Lori’s voice shakes me, and I realize my dick is half-stiff. Fucking hell, this is a new kink.
“Rami,” Uri and Sari say at the same time. They exchange a smile, and then Sari lays his head on his brother’s shoulder. His sweet disposition reminds me of Sully. His face morphs into a bruised, bloody mess, his body lying on the hospital bed. Broken, pale, defenseless. Anger rushes so quickly inside me that I have to grind my teeth to stop my snarl.
“Did you watch the video?” I ask Rami, spitting the words through my gritted teeth. He nods gravely. “Who?” I don’t need to add anything else, he knows who I’m inquiring about. The fuckers who almost killed my little brother.
“Scorpion, Lenny and the other fighter Uri shot and killed in the container. They all hurt Sully.”
My brain freezes. My eyes zero in on the two pieces of shit, and I’m moving without a thought. I try the handle, but it doesn’t budge.
“You need the code.” Uri taps some numbers in a small panel near the door and it clicks open.
