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I turn and spot Gabe staring at Lori. His cold gaze focused intensely on him. Lori started working at Gabe’s firm two weeks ago. When I suggested the idea, Lori laughed his ass off, while my brother simply asked for his resume. A week later Lori was hired as an assistant, I think. Not sure. What I know is that since then, they’ve been ignoring each other.
“Wait, Luke is the brunette barista at that café on La Salle St.,” Sari says.
Uri walks into the living room, leaving the small balcony facing Lake Michigan and the cold breeze outside. “The fucker never gets our names right.”
“No barista does,” I say.
“He’s hot,” Sari blushes while saying it.
“And an arsehole,” Lori clarifies.
“You can hear all about the hot barista from Lori, but it’s me you’ll think about when my cock rails your ass, kitty,” I whisper into Ollie’s ear, enjoying the tremble in his body.
“Don’t make me hard while we’re surrounded by your family, beastie.”
I fucked him a month ago when they were in the next room interrogating Lenny and Scorpion. They didn’t hear anything—I built those walls thick—but they fucking knew what we were doing.
Uri didn’t get much out of the shitheads. Scorpion hadn't known anything, being only the muscle. While Lenny had confirmed that the beatings had been live-streamed on the dark web, and that the Phoenix is deep into trafficking children and teens and a new type of drug.
Rami found on Lenny's cell a text exchange between him and the Phoenix with only drop off dates and times—supposedly regrading the boys—nothing more. My brother was unable to trace the location of the Phoenix’s phone since it had been deactivated.
But Rami has a new lead to follow. He identified one of the two guys who kidnapped Sully from his school. A camera from a Taco Bell offered a nice frame of the fucker. Serena is looking for him and I know she’ll find him.
In the meantime, I’m working on my red haze with Meg, Sari and Ollie. We are trying to find a way to control it using new cutting-edge methods. It's still early days but science fucked me up, it’s only fair it’ll help me now.
Michael returns from the kitchen with a bottle of champagne and starts pouring it into the glasses.
“Why are we here?” Gabe asks, taking a sip from his flute.
Michael smirks evilly his way. “To celebrate our marriage.”
Gabe jerks forward and spits some of the champagne. Fortunately, he covers his mouth, so it doesn’t spray everywhere.
“Why am I always near you when this happens?” Rami whines.
“It happens often?” Lori has a very amused face while looking at a newly composed Gabe.
“Who needs to pay up?” Uri retorts. “Mike prevailed. They got married a month later when he can take his days off from work, I won.”
“Actually, we got married three days after the bet. Meg and Linda were present,” Raph reveals.
“Threedays?” Uri teases him. “You are losing your edge, psycho bro.”
Raph flips him off and downs his champagne glass.
“Oh, that’s why you’re wearing that ring.” Sari points at Raph’s finger where there’s a white gold band with a row of stones in different shades of blue. Damn, I’ve been so taken by my own drama, I didn’t even notice that.
“Why weren’t we invited, Michael Bear-Stone?” Rami asks. “You took his name right?” He points at Raph. We all know he did. Pretty sure Raph would have even falsified the signature of his unaware husband in order to give Michael his name and make him even more his.
Now that I think about it…
“I did,” Michael smiles happily. “The drive to the city hall was last minute. Everybody was too busy with what was going on,” Michael explains. I nod in understanding. “How’s Sully?”
“Better.” Ollie smiles gratefully at him. “Well, congratulations.” Sari goes with Ollie to hug Michael. Lori and Rami follow soon after. Those five have gotten closer during the last month.
“We should go to one of Uri’s restaurants to celebrate,” Sari announces.
“Yes! Let’s celebrate Mipahel!” Rami shouts.
