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“Wait, what do you mean?” I ask. “Hank, do you live in an apartment?”

“Um…”

“Let me get this straight: you two just kidnapped a local billionaire, and you’re bringing him back to your apartment? You really think people won’t notice that?” Dumbasses.

“It’s called abduction when it’s an adult,” Hank offers helpfully.

“Fuck off, Hank.”

“Man, you didn’t tell me your sister got mean,” he says to Craig.

“She’s always been mean.”

“Not in middle school.”

“She was twelve.”

The two of them keep talking, but I look at Oscar once more.

“I’m really sorry about all of this,” I say. His eyes flutter open. “Oscar?”

“Shit! Is he awake? Knock him out, sis.”

“Stop. He’s not going anywhere.”

I don’t know what my brother and his friend actually gave to Oscar, but they aren’t getting close to him again. I don’t care if I have to fight them both off with my bare hands. Oscar is mine, and I’m going to take good care of him.

“You don’t know that. I heard he’s feisty,” Craig says.

“He’s not feisty.” He’s calm. He looks more focused now. My eyes lock on his, and I stare at the beautiful man who doesn’t deserve this. “Everything’s going to be okay,” I say.

“Dolly.” Oscar’s voice wobbles a little.

“Don’t try to speak,” I say. “The boys are going to ask you some questions. Then you can go.”

He closes his eyes, and he passes out again.

Awesome.

“Need more drugs?” Hank asks.

“He’s knocked out,” I say.

2

Oscar

When I woke up this morning, I didn’t expect a lot from my day.

Breakfast?

Sure.

Some morning sex?

Unlikely.

A couple of mundane meetings?

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