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Rafael’s eyes narrowed at me. “Is everything okay? You look a little—”

“High? No, I’m not. I just had some fun with Luca.” I grinned. “But forget about that. What happened? Do you know?”

“Yeah, I found out from the guys. Greg insulted Luca, and Luca jumped him. No one saw it coming. Luca appeared calm, and just when the guards relaxed, he pounced. Greg’s jaw is all swollen. Luca caught him by surprise.”

“Insulted him? How?”

“Apparently Luca got in Greg’s way, and Greg told him to move. When Luca refused, Greg told him that he was just a slave. He added a few more insults that put Luca’s masculinity in question. I’ll spare you the details.”

I rolled my eyes. “Seriously?”

Rafael sighed and nodded.

“Ridiculous. Find Greg and everyone. Gather as many as you can in the lunchroom. I’ll be there soon.”

“Sure.”

I hurried to Luca’s room. His whole body went rigid when I entered, probably because he couldn’t tell who it was.

“I’m kinda in a hurry, so I hope you learned your lesson.” I removed the chastity cage, and then I gently grasped the base of the butt plug. “Push it out.”

Once the plug was out, I released his ankles and then I unchained his wrists. I had my gun out when he pushed himself up and stretched out his sore muscles.

“Get up and go shower. I expect you to clean my toys too. If you don’t do it, I won’t be happy. And no, I won’t give you what you want.” I flashed him a smile.

“I hate you,” he said, but his voice didn’t sound so sure.

“I know you do. Come on. Move.”

He let out a sound from the back of his throat, but he headed to the bathroom. I tucked my gun back into my holster and left the room.

I strode to the lunchroom, and when I got there, everyone was seated at the tables and waiting for me.

Greg stood with Rafael in the middle of the room.

Damn, there was a really nice bruise on Greg’s jaw.

“Ma’am,” Greg said, inclining his head.

“Is it true?” I asked. “Is it true that you insulted my husband?”

Greg’s mouth parted, surprise filling his eyes. “I... He was in my way, and I thought—”

“You thought what? That you could say what you wanted to my husband?” I cocked my head at him.

Everyone was watching us very carefully, listening to our every word.

“But he’s not really your—” Greg’s words died on his tongue when I pinned him with an annoyed glare.

“You will not insult my husband ever again. If you do, it’ll be as if you insulted me. I won’t tolerate it. Do you understand?” I raised my voice so that absolutely everyone in the room could hear me clearly.

“Yes, ma’am,” Greg said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disrespect you.”

“But you disrespected my husband. You will apologize to him when you see him next time. Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. You’re dismissed.”