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“The victim was older, and moved from the real crime scene, but he had all the other traits the killer looks for in his targets,” Sari offers.
“So, he probably intended to kill him at a later date,” Uri adds.
“Or he just likes to surround himself with people who fit his fantasies,” I throw on the table.
“Like a temptation?”
I nod in response to Michael’s question. His clear eyes are scanning my face. Does he see my dark side? Can he guess what it makes me do?
“Maybe the killer was one of his patients?” Sari suggests. And we all turn to look at him.
“Why didn't I think of that?” Rami smiles at him. “I’ll check into it.”
“I feel like we are getting closer.” Uri sounds thrilled.
I throw a stern look at him and then to the others. Silently telling them that the Rope Killer is mine. Michael catches our exchange and turns to me with eyes full of questions. Unable to answer him at this very moment, I distract him with some dessert. I know he’s onto me, but the slice of pineapple coconut pie does the trick, for now.
A while later, I’m back in my office checking a few more things, while Michael is still with Sari in the lab.
“I’m wondering what could possibly keep Raph away from his donor tonight.” Rami enters my office, followed by Uri. He sits on the sofa and props his combat-boot-wearing feet on the coffee table.
Uri goes to the window, staring at the city view. The sun’s rays play peek-a-boo between the tall skyscrapers.
“Dinner with The Joker? An auction of Jack the Ripper’s killing tools ?” my foster brother continues.
“Does he make it go away?” Uri’s voice comes out soft and uncertain, but it brings a piercing silence to the room.
I know what he’s talking about, but Rami asks, “Who?”
“Michael… Did he take away the need inside you?” Uri clarifies without turning around from the window. His posture is relaxed, but I can see the reflection of his haunted eyes in the glass.
The need he’s asking about… we all have it. All of us were changed by those years in captivity, by all the torture we endured. And although Linda and Meg raised us the best they could, to reach the best version of ourselves, the darkness those years put inside us remained. I embraced it. Fucking enjoyed giving it the reins at times. But it sounds like Uri is still fighting it.
“No,” I reply. “It’s still there. But he gives me something else to focus on.”
Uri sighs. “I see.”
“You want to pass your donor to Rague?” Rami asks me after a minute. “He’s in need of venting.”
“Isn’t he always?” Uri utters.
“Tell Rague I’ll get his next one,” I say.
Rami pulls his phone out of his jeans. “Done. So why are you ditching work tonight? What do you have planned?”
“Ditching work?” Michael walks inside the room, stopping near my desk.
Just the sight of him awakes my inner predator. His pale, delicate skin and graceful, lean body invites it out to play and ignites a possessive fire inside me. My cock starts growing. But it’s not only the sex that I want from him. I want to possess every-fucking-thing that is him. To become his constant. The steady thought that never leaves his head. Only at that point will he know a fraction of my obsession for him.
“We have a date to go on tonight,” I tell him, leaning on the desk to grab his hand and tug him near me.
“A date?” He sounds positively surprised. I take advantage and pull him on my lap.
“And that’s my cue to go.” Uri waves on his way out.
“I’ll call you guys later.” Rami takes a bit longer, smirking at me before closing the door.
“So, where are you taking me?” Michael asks, rubbing his cushy ass right on my half-hard chub.
