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“No, that's an obsession.” He nods as though I’m right when I was only teasing. I might have really hit the nail on the head. “I enjoy your obsession.”

“This is what comes with that, Tova. I am very obsessed and possessive of you, and I act accordingly.” Damn it. He has a point.

“So you’re worried she befriended me because I was here? I never said your name.”

“Maybe this is a discussion we should continue with Z.”

“Why?”

“Because Z knows of Marks.”

“What do you mean?” My stomach sinks. “She’s my friend.” Tears burn in my eyes. Warren stands, cupping my face between his hands.

“For her sake, she better be.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

WARREN

“You know, if you want to murder people because they make me cry, you should already be six feet under.”

“I didn’t mean to make you cry.” I pause in the hallway. “Do I make you cry often?”

“No.” She waves her hand. “I was trying to lighten the mood.” Tova’s bottom lip puffs out. “You think she used me?” Fuck, I want to tell her no so badly, but I’m not sure. She’s joking because she’s worried about being hurt. Marks is the one that should be worried. I’ll dismantle her whole world.

“There is a possibility she didn’t. I can understand wanting to be close to you. It’s why I brought you here. So no one else would take you.”

“Wait, what?” Tova tilts her head to the side, her nose scrunching. “I know you mentioned you wanted me here, but you did that because you didn’t want to share me?”

I could share her with her family and, I suppose, girlfriends. “If I wanted you so badly, I was positive so would others. If I had you here, then no one could try and take you.”

“Except you.” She lifts a brow, and I know she’s teasing me again.

“I’ll do whatever I need to.”

“I know.” Tova goes up on her tiptoes. I lean down to press my mouth to hers. When her lips part, I greedily slip my tongue inside to get a taste of her sweetness. My fix, really. Each one of her kisses soothes something inside of me.

“Do you guys have to do this outside my bedroom?” Z asks, leaning up against the doorframe.

“My wife wants to know about Marks.”

“Right.” Z shakes his head, turning to go back into his bedroom. He leaves the door open for us to follow him in. “You’re not the only one who wants to know who she is.”

“How do you know her?” Tova’s eyes go to the wall of computer screens while Z’s go to me.

I give him a nod. “She’s my wife now.”

“Marks and I play in the same world. We have even worked on a few projects together.”

“But you don’t know who she is?” I ask.

“Don’t know who a lot of people are in my world. People don’t know who the fuck I am. I don’t actually exist. I'm Zero to them.”

Z isn’t wrong. Technically he doesn’t even exist. What feels like another lifetime ago, our father brought him home. Z was presumed to have died when his parents were murdered. My father said it was best if people thought that he had met his death so they wouldn’t come looking for him. We never asked my father questions. What he said was law, and we all accepted Z into our family.

Who Z’s parents were, I’m not sure we’ll ever know. If my parents know, they have kept that secret close. The rest of the world believes Zenzo is my parents' son. My mother said it was for the best. That we must pretend. It was to protect him. I don’t see him any differently than I do Ronan. I actually might be closer with Z.

“But if she befriended me because of you guys, then maybe Marks does know who you are.”

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