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Me: I drugged her.

He sends me a laughing emoji, confirming my brother is just as fucked up as me. It also confirms he knows I’m aware of his little trysts and the way he manipulates his girl in order to capture her forever.

My cock hardens thinking about Ellie lying vulnerable in our bed for the taking.

“You’re not listening to me, Rafael!” Annoyance rumbles through me at an alarming speed, and I settle my fists beneath the table so she doesn’t see the effect she has on me.

Cracking my neck from side to side to reduce the growing tension gathering in my head, I lift my eyes to focus on the bitch sitting opposite me.

“What do you want?” I spit out.

“I want to see our son.” Her calculating smile does nothing to appease me and only aggravates me further.

“My son.”

She scoffs. “I delivered him from my pussy. Which he destroyed, might I add. So he’s partly mine.”

The way she talks about my son as if he’s nothing sets every cell in my body alight with a need to expel my demons, preferably on her, but she knows, just as I do, that isn’t going to happen.

Her cunning smile encompasses her carefully constructed face as if reading my thoughts.

“I’m sure you’ve had work done to fix it. Much like your face.” I sneer back, unable to help being drawn into the familiar battle with her.

She sighs heavily and glances around my father’s sitting room before settling her focus back on me. “I just want dinner with him. That’s all.”

I sit forward, trying to gauge her plan. “Dinner?” She’s never eaten a meal with Oliver in her entire life. Why the fuck would she want to now?

“Yes, dinner. A little more money would help too.”

Of course she wants money, she always wants money. Whenever her devious little head pops up, she wants money. “I’ll have some wired to you. But you’re to stay the hell away from Oliver.”

I push back in my chair, done with the conversation, my skin itching to get back to Ellie to put things right.

“No.”

That one word stops me in my tracks, and I turn my head over my shoulder, firing daggers at her audacity.

“No?” The coldness in my voice does nothing to prevent her from continuing with whatever little plan she’s come up with.

“No. I want dinner with my son.” She crosses her arms over her enhanced chest, and the movement sickens me. How I could ever get hard by her is beyond me. Instead of giving her more argument and wasting more of my time, I decide to give her what she wants. This way, I can gauge her tactics.

“Fine.”

“Fine?” Her mouth falls open before she quickly shuts it to mask her surprise.

“Yes. Tomorrow night at mine, seven p.m. Then you’re gone.”

Her eyes light up with glee, but I pay her no attention as I stride toward the door. Now I need to determine my little doll is okay, inform her of our dinner plans, and get rid of Nikita once again so we can continue living our life.

I open the security app on my phone and locate her sleeping form in her bed. Just where I want her, all ready for the taking.

Mine to use.

Mine to possess.

My little doll.

Chapter Thirty-One

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