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Kinsley stepped into view in the corner of the camera. “Reaper, not again. What am I going to do with you?” she admonished Alek, then came into full view.

Holy shit, she was tiny, and standing in front of Alek only made it glaringly obvious. She shooed Nik off the couch, took his space, and placed Alek’s head in her lap, then rubbed it.

“Hey, you’re partially to blame this time,” he mumbled, then groaned.

“Oh. Hey, Dr. Marcel,” Kinsley said, noticing me. A light blush crept across her cheeks.

“Don’t stop. I swear I’m putting you on payroll, starting now.”

“What’s my official title going to be? And I’d like to negotiate my pay.” She ran her fingers through his hair.

“You can give yourself whatever title you want, and I’m open to negotiating.”

I sat watching them, fascinated. Seeing Alek with her was eye-opening. He was visibly relaxed, and Nik caught my attention. He smirked and gave me a told-you-so look. It was true; both he and Ivan had been telling me for months now how different he was with Kinsley.

“Well, as you know, my schedule has changed recently. While I’m no longer working two jobs, I’m only available every third day for you. So plan your soul snatching accordingly.”

“Not to mention, you’re encroaching on my time, Brother,” Ivan said.

“Shut it. I need her more right now.” He yelped as she tugged his hair.

“You’ll take care how you speak to my beloved. Remember, you swore a solemn oath.”

“Sorry,” he grumbled apologetically.

What the hell kind of power does this girl have on him? I shook my head. Ivan leaned in and kissed her on the lips.

“Thanks. I’ll give you an hour. Meet me in the war room. We have practice.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said beautifully, her face full of emotions. I sighed. Damn, they were going to break her little heart.

Chapter 33

Ivan

Cock Craving Whore

It had been a week since Kinsley’s nightmare. I was still haunted by the look on her face, but I took comfort in knowing she was continuing to open up to Marcel. It was Wednesday, and they had a morning session since tonight was dinner with the parents.

Out of the five of us, Marcel truly was my best friend in so many ways. While we all shared that deep bond, Marcel’s and mine was forged in blood from a razor blade.

I waited impatiently for her session to end. When a full hour passed and she hadn’t emerged, I went looking for her. Her dance teacher had agreed to come by the gym today. We’d set up a little area and everything. It was safer than having her travel back and forth to Woodinville.

She was in her room, sitting at the window seat. I called her name, and she ran into my arms. I held and rocked her for several long minutes. She seemed a little emotional today, but I could only hope that her time with Marcel was helping.

“How would you like to go with me to the gym? I have a surprise for you.”

“Really? Ivan, don’t play with me.”

“I would never play with something like this, my little warrior.” I kissed the top of her head, then pulled away from her and shoved her toward the bathroom. “Get changed and meet me in the dining room. You need to eat first.”

“Yes, Sir,” she blurted, then ran into the bathroom. The smile on her face as we drove to the gym made reworking my schedule for the day so worth it.

“What’s the surprise?” she asked on the way over.

“You’ll see, but you have to promise me something.”

“I won’t embarrass you,” she offered.

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