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Just like the beaming one she’s aiming at me right now. “Of course, he has.” She pats my bicep.
“Hulk. Hulk. Hulk,” Rami starts chanting, joined by Uri, Sari, and Michael.
I glare at them, and they quickly stop—it takes Rami a bit longer to shut his mouth.
“Next week, we’re finally going to Lenny’s gym. We need to get into his damn office one way or another and find some kind of evidence that he’s responsible for the deaths of those boys,” Rami lets them know.
“Is Clover still out of the country?” Uri asks.
I nod at him.
“The thief? I want to meet him.” Michael frowns, earning a quick kiss from Raph. He’s the only one who hasn’t met him yet. But Clover is a slippery guy. He decides when and where, usually just turning up.
“What if there’s nothing inside that office?” Gabe always likes to go through every possible outcome.
“There has to be something important. Don’t know if it’s related to those boys’ deaths, but he set up two security systems at his gym. One for the whole place and the other solely for his office,” Rami explains.
“He bribes some cops for protection as well, ” Uri adds. Raph sniffs with disgust. He hates cops, even more so after one tried to kill Michael a few months back.
“Having two alarms is kind of suspicious,” Meg hums.
“Can’t you bypass them with your magic dancing fingers and Serena’s help?” Michael asks Rami, wiggling his hands in the air while Ferdinand goes around the table to gather the dirty plates.
“The wired security alarm is not connected to the internet. But I could try. I need to be near the control panel though, I can’t deactivate the sensors remotely. On top of that, he has two bodyguards near his office door during the day and one checking the monitoring screens connected to the cameras overnight.”
“You don’t want to spook the potential donor in case there’s nothing inside the office,” Uri states.
I grunt in agreement.
“He’s a very, very suspicious fuck. Don’t want him to slip between our fingers,” Rami hisses.
“You should wait for Clover to come back. He can get in and out undetected. No alarm system can stop that boy,” Meg advises.
“Not even the devil can stop him,” I hear Uri mumbling.
“Can I bring the cakes, ma’am?” Ferdinand asks my mother, but before Linda can reply, Raph interjects.
“No cake yet. I need Michael’s attention, and if there’s cake…”
“You don’t exist,” Rami finishes for him.
Raph grunts with irritation. The egomaniacal fucker. He’s obsessed with his boyfriend; I’ve never seen such a level of fixation before.
Oliver’s face pops into my head once again. The fearless kitty keeps sneaking into my thoughts.
“Get your undies out from between your psycho buns,” Uri teases.
“Not wearing any, sociopathic buttface.” Raph flips him off.
Several grunts rise from the table at the unwanted information. “What? It saves us time when Michael wants to fu—”
“Ahhhh! Stop talking.” Michael abruptly shifts on Raph’s lap to wrap an arm around his shoulder and push a hand over his mouth—thankfully shutting him up. “What the hell? We talked about this. No discussing our sex life with the family. Ah!” His hand jerks back. “You licked me! You’re such a barbarian asshole.”
Raph is smirking. “Piglet.” His voice sounds hoarse. “You know what that haughty voice does to me.”
“I can feel it.” Michael wiggles on Raph’s lap.
“And I’ve seen enough,” Rami mumbles
