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“And snarl at the teachers if they come too close to what’s mine.”
“Fuck, why does that turn me on?” He rubs his growing dick on my thigh.
“Because it’s fucking hot!” Lori’s voice is too loud for this early in the morning.
I groan, letting go of Ollie and taking a seat at the table. Lori takes off his red puffer, his golden nails looking all sparkly in the morning light.
“Since when do you have a key?” Ollie asks him.
“I found an extra one lying around. I’m efficient like that.” He’s wearing a large knit sweater, black leather shorts with fishnet stockings and a pair of red boots.
He kisses Ollie on the cheek and then he lifts his nose in the air and inhales deeply. “What smells so good?”
“Spinach and mozzarella omelet,” Ollie says. I know he’s happy to have his friend around, so I’m okay with it. Luckily, he’s not a cock blocker. Unluckily, he actually encourages us to fuck—where he can hear us.
“So, what are we doing today?” he asks while we are all eating at the table. “Destroying another wall? And Rague, can you take off your shirt while doing it this time?” Lori comes to work with us at times. He doesn’t help in the least, just talks non-stop with Ollie and flirts with the other workers.
Ollie flips him off and places a possessive hand on my thigh.
Lori rolls his eyes at him. “Don’t be such a drama queen.”
“Oh no, the drama queen thing is all yours.” Ollie twirls his finger at him.
“Riiiight, troubled, cocky fucker is more your lane.” Lori sniffs.
“I’m three seconds away from smearing your eyeliner.” Is that a real threat?
Lori gasps with outrage written all over his face, and then hisses, “You wouldn’t dare!”
My front door chimes, saving me from a ridiculous fight.
It’s Gabe. He brought some contracts I asked him to look over.
I see his eyes zero in on Lori. And the glare Ollie’s friend sends back at him. The mutual dislike started from the first moment they met and seems to only keep growing the more they see each other.
An idea begins to form inside my head, and I file it for later.
“Aww Gabe, are you checking on me?” Lori’s glower turns into a teasing smile.
“Didn’t even know you were here,” he replies, toneless.
Lori pouts his lips. “Rami said he caught you checking out a very distinctive part of my body the other day.” And he delivers a loud slap on his ass to specify which part he’s talking about.
Did I imagine Gabe’s eyes following the movement?
“Your loudmouthed friend is barking up the wrong tree,” Gabe addresses Ollie, opening the two buttons of his cashmere coat and sitting at the table. My kitty looks confused.
“My brother is not gay,” I clarify. Uri gossiped about only seeing Gabe with women on his arms at those lavish lunch gatherings, galas, and charity dinners they sometimes go to. But this is the first time Gabe is actually confirming his heterosexuality.
“Okay,” Lori says sweetly, too sweetly.
My phone starts ringing, and Rami’s name appears on the screen. I push the speaker button after accepting the call.
“Rami, any news on Lenny?”
“The motherfucker hid in too fucking deep of a hole to be found.”
I growl angrily. I want to end him. We are now sure it was Lenny who caused those boys’ deaths, thanks to the bugs Clover put in his office. We discovered that Lenny, together with some fighters from his clandestine ring, were paid to beat those teens to death. We also learned that Lenny isn’t the oneprovidingthe boys, someone else does. And this person is still nameless to us. My brothers are taking turns at surveilling the place where the beating happened. It’s filled with shipping containers, too many to check. But I will if I have to.
