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“I thought he was the Hulk. ”Sari frowns, leaning into Uri.
“How’s your twunk? Did you fuck that tight ass already?” Rami casually asks me. How the hell does he know about Ollie? Did Michael and Raph tell him he’s staying with me?
“Who?” Uri straightens to attention, the gossipy fucker.
I stand up and turn my whole body toward Rami, trying fucking hard to push down the boiling anger rising inside my guts. “Don’t talk about Ollie that way!”
“Ollie who?” Uri insists.
“Stop Hulking out; twice in a week is too much even for you.” Rami glares at me, slamming the box containing the sedative on his desk not too gently.
“I can still hurt you badly before it takes effect,” I growl menacingly, glancing at the box while taking a step his way.
“All this macho bullshit talk is boring me to no end. Just jump at each other’s throats already,” Raph huffs.
“Raph!” Michael scolds him.
“Yeah, I haven’t seen the green guy in years,” Uri is talking about my red haze like some kind of entertainment. Yes, both my brothers are crazy pieces of shit.
“Stop it!” Sari comes between me and Rami and doesn’t move, even when Uri tries to pull him with a snarl. “Rague, you’re better than this. Rami is clearly poking you for some inexplicable reason.” His blue eyes are on me, and it’s damn hard not to do what they are pleading.
“I have a very good reason. This is payback.” Rami crosses his arms with a grimace on his face.
“I said I was fucking sorry and I sent you a box filled with cheese puffs and animal kingdom DVDs.”
Rami’s arms drop to his sides, and his voice has some uncertainty in it. “You did? I didn’t get anything.”
“Well, take it up with the post office!” I grunt. It was Ollie’s idea. Well, I told him I pissed one of my brothers off, and he suggested I give him stuff. Not like buying his forgiveness, but more along the lines of letting him know I cared and was sorry. By the relaxed posture Rami is sporting now, that was good advice.
Usually, our bros’ version of a heart-to-heart is telling each other to fuck off. Maybe there’s some physical altercations that end in a meal together, bruises and all. But that’s it.
Seeing as there’s no more need to stand between us, Sari finally lets Uri yank him against his chest. So damn protective. Just like I am toward Ollie. I look at Sari and Uri with a frown.
“How’s Ollie?” Michael asks, taking my attention away. I only let him know that Ollie was getting better once, by text.
“He’s good.” I nod.
“Is that a friend of yours?” Sari asks hesitantly.
At the wordfriendan annoyed growl escapes my lips, and now my brothers are staring at me with different levels of confusion on their faces.Great.Only Michael and Rami are smiling at me. One knowingly, the other smugly.
“He’s…my Ollie.” Yes, that sounds right. I hope it’s explanatory enough.
Now everybody looks shocked.
“From the top, please. With details.” Rami sits on his chair once again and pops his chin onto his fists.
I groan. Don’t want to fucking talk about it. I drop myself on the sofa again.
“It’s not a secret, nor an interesting topic,” Raph quips, rubbing Michael’s thigh. For once, my unsympathetic brother is helping me out—without consciously doing it.
“Mipahel, let me be the judge of it,” Rami says.
“You need to send the bone marrow and tissue samples,” Sari reminds him.
He reluctantly starts his magic, and with a flick of his wrist, a screen appears on the wall, and he, Serena and Sari go to work.
I take it as the right moment to ask Michael for a favor.
