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He rubbed my arm. His expression carried the same forlorn look I’d witnessed when he’d talked about his brother. “She seemed eager to do so.”

“I’ll have to thank her.” I pulled out the items, regretting the moment I laughed. My side started killing me, but I dare not whine about the pain. I hated hospitals. It seemed only tragedies happened in them.

“Life is good?” I asked with a smile on my face. The shirt was clearly a marketing technique for the hospital, but with a rainbow behind a unicorn as the main picture, my feeling was the administrators had been smoking crack when they’d opted for the choice.

“The truth is life isn’t fair.”

“Do me a favor,” I told him.

He narrowed his eyes. “Why do I have a feeling I’ll regret this?”

I pushed his chest playfully. It felt natural. Being comfortable around him was becoming the norm. “Make sure you say thank you. I know they’re your employees, but hearing something as little as two words can mean a lot and garner you respect and loyalty.”

“Miss Philosophical.”

“That means I’m all better.”

At least this time his laugh was more genuine. “Are you certain you want to leave?”

“Absolutely. Let’s get out of here.” At least the drawstring shorts were decent. But the sandals were hospital variety. “Why are you really allowing me to leave?”

“Why?” he repeated.

“I know you, Dimitrios. You had four guards watching me all day while you were here. Also all night. I was awake and watching you. You barely slept. You paced the floor. You muttered to yourself. And you were on the phone at least twice. I can tell when you’re worried.”

“Of course I’m worried. What happened was my fault and it’s not allowed to occur again.”

“Why do you care so much?” Was I fishing for a different answer than I knew to be true? Absolutely.

He planted his hands on either side of me, his lips dangerously close. His breathing was heavy, the heated air wafting across myface. Even though he’d yet to take a shower after being dumped in the ocean, he still smelled heavenly.

“It’s a simple question,” I whispered.

“Then it needs a simple answer. Because you belong to me.”

CHAPTER 24

Dimitrios

“And the cow is jumping over the moon.”

I vaguely heard Havros’ comment.

Goddamn fucking assholes. I was angrier than when we’d been floating out in the fucking abyss, almost eaten by sharks. I could have wrangled the creatures with my bare hands. Maybe I should have. Maybe I’d be able to think clearly now.

I noticed my two brothers were glancing between each other and toward Pops. His grin was wide.

“What?” I barked out. Yes, my nerves were rattled as fuck.

“You haven’t heard a word any of us have said. Have you?” my brother asked, snorting as if this was fun and games.

“No, he hasn’t. His mind is preoccupied.” Nico knew me even better than my brothers at this point, at least with regard to how I felt about Willow.

She’d almost fucking died. I’d yet to put that into any kind of perspective.

As I pulled the drink to my mouth, my thoughts drifted to her full rosy lips, soft and tender and perfectly positioned around the tip of my cock. Hell, she looked damn good on her knees, peering up at me with those doe eyes of hers.

Willow especially looked amazing naked on the beach, her sun-kissed skin shimmering in the sun.

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