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Sari runs out of the lab, and I instantly move closer to Ollie, freezing when I see his eyes full of desire zero in on me.Oh. Fuck the hell, no!

“Ollie. I love you, but I’ll skin myself and let badgers lick me raw before touching you in that way.”

“You’re such a dick! I don’t want you! But I would have done it for you. I almost… Ahhhhh!”

“What the fuck?” Rague barrels into the lab and hoists a moaning Ollie in his arms.

“Beastie, I need you…to fuck me. So much.” He starts humping his husband, reminding me of my first time with Gabe and Bez. The good and the bad.

“Kitty, I’ll take care of all your needs.”

“Go!” I tell him.

He nods and then disappears, out and up the stairs.

“It’s all my fault. I did this!” Sari looks on the verge of tears, pulling on his long braid. “I should have been more careful.”

I try to calm him down. “Angel, you actually gifted them a few hours of multiple-orgasm shagging. No worries.”

He wipes the tears under his light blue eyes, leaving his glasses on the tip of his nose.

“How are you?” At the hospital he looked devastated, wretched, inconsolable.

“I…I need to go back to work.” He averts his eyes and walks back to the desk. He keeps so much inside.

“I’m always available if you fancy a talk,” I let him know, hoping he’ll come to me when he needs.

As I open the lab door, I hear his soft thank you.

Gabe is still waiting for me outside, typing on the phone.

“Looks like Ollie and KKJ are going to be busy.” I sigh, lacing my fingers with his.

His lip twitches. It’s okay. I know how to make him smile fully. But now is revenge time.

I look at the glass wall facing the FUNS room and only now notice two naked, unconscious men strapped to two different boards—those are for Gabe’s knife-throwing practice. Wait, they are the Skid Mark brothers!

“Ready?” Gabe asks me, pocketing his cell.

“I was born ready. Bez, are you?”

“Yes,” he replies.

I enter the FUNS room with my boys. It’s a large room covered in plastic sheets—easer to clean. Today the color is prison jumpsuit orange—I love Rami’s craziness. There’s a large sink in the back with a hose and a bucket, and a small table covered with some instruments of torture. Rague installed chains coming from the high ceiling with a hook at the end, from which more tools are hanging. My eyes find a baseball bat. I need to thank him later.

Uri is standing near a suffering and gagged Bailey, shooting him a non-smile that would give most normal people screaming nightmares.

“Normal people are boring,” I say out loud.

“Normal is a stupid word,” Uri retorts.

Bailey has an arrow sticking from his shoulder, and since he’s sitting, they must have removed the other from his ass. I wonder who is the intrepid Robin Hood that gave us such a present.

Bailey also has various cuts all over his body and some burns, two fingers on one hand are missing. Who did this to him?

“Did Rami discover who delivered Bailey to your door?” Gabe asks his brother. He looks a bit tense, his fingers keep flexing between mine.

“No. The guy had a white mask on his face and was wearing a hoodie.” Uri grits his teeth.