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“It’s not his fight,” I hiss
“It kind of is, Ollie,” Michael interjects, reaching his fiancé.
Meg agrees with a tilt of her head. The grey strands among the dark ones give her a wise, sweet appearance. “Rague cherishes what belongs to him dearly. He recognizes you and Sully as his. He’d do anything for you guys. Those people hurt you. He needs to make them suffer the consequences.”
“Rague is all about punishments and atonement,” Raph confirms with a creepy smirk. “It could turn into carnage with him at the wheel, are you sure you want to see that?”
I grit my teeth. I know he’s testing me, the scary fucker. “Worse than Dick’s house?” I bite my lower lip hard. “I told him I wanted to do it together.”
“It’s been almost two days, the donors have to be dealt with.”
“And he thought you wanted to stay with Sully,” Lori gives me a half-smile.
That’s so damn sweet, and I fucking love him more—if that’s even possible—but… “I need to see it’s finished. Done. With my own eyes. That there’s no more danger around the corner.”
“There’s always danger around the corner,” Meg wisely reminds me.
“I meant not from them.”
Lori sighs. “Let’s go.” He waves me toward the door. But I glance at Sully.
“We’ll stay here. He’ll never be alone,” Michael assures me. “Ollie, when I was in your position a very wise woman gave me good advice,”—he looks at Meg before shifting his gaze to me again—“You’re Rague’s anchor, help him stay on the right path.”
I inhale deeply, and looking straight into his eyes, I give him a firm nod. I’ll walk buck ass naked before him if that’s the only way to make him follow me on that path.
After glancing at my brother one last time, I follow Lori down the hospital corridor and into the elevator.
Lori hasn’t stopped talking about all the cool, gory things I’m about to witness as he parks his car inside the large garage, hitting the car’s bumper on the wall. Whereas, I feel a ball of anxiety rising from my gut toward my throat.
He must see something on my face because he turns in his seat and says, “If at any point you want to leave just say the word and we are out. Okay? No pressure.” He squeezes my hand, and I notice his chipped gold nail polish—he hates when it gets ruined, it drives him absolutely bonkers. But he put that aside to be next to Sully and me.
“You’re annoying as shit, and I want to strangle you every fucking day,” I blurt out.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” He drops my hand like a hot potato and glares at me.
“But…”
“I don’t fucking know if I want to hear what’s coming next, you sulky bitch!” He pouts.
“Would you let me finish, you hag!” I yell. “I’m so damn lucky to have you in my life.”
“I want to punch you in the face before hugging you, how do you do that?” He groans.
“It’s a gift.” My smile drops quickly as I remember where we are going. “What if I can’t do it?”
“Then you can’t. Rague loves you no matter what, you idiot. The rest is just a jar of pickles.”
“A jar of pickles?”
“Of no importance,” he slowly enunciates for me. And the strangling urge is back.
We get out of the car and the secret agent stuff awaits. Serena scans Lori’s hand and then the tool wall slides back to reveal a descending metallic staircase. No bugs, thankfully.
“Why is it always the basement?” I stress.
“Cliché, I know, but that’s the only banality about this place, trust me.” He sounds excited, and I have to admit that I am a tiny bit as well. Then I hear the scream and a thud and a dreadful sensation infiltrates my chest. I go down the last two steps and see Rami, Uri, and Linda standing in front of a glass wall. I can’t see what’s beyond them, but I can hear the moans of pain and Rague’s angry growls. Closing my eyes, I take a few deep breaths, trying to ground myself.
When I open them again, there’s a gorgeous man standing in front of me. Sari. His delicate beauty leaves me speechless for a few seconds.
