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URIEL

I’m fearless, nothing has ever thrown or shaken me…except fucking Sari. He cranks up my protectiveness to a homicidal level. And I’m going to have my bloody revenge.

Trent the fucker Dohner.

My head is fucking killing me. That damn coward had the audacity to hit me while I gave him my back in an alley outside one of my cafés.

I’d just received the message from Ezra saying Sari had been taken by two thugs to the woodlands around Tonica—a small town approximately two hours from Chicago—and the fucker took advantage of it.

He left me for dead in that alley, but I was only out cold for half an hour.

Rague and Rami found me, and we drove here together to get Sari.

Rami found out Trent was behind it. First, his aunt had a small property near Tonica, and second, Serena linked the two thugs who took Sari away to him.

The AI located them in a diner with Trent sliding a suspicious envelope their way.

If I’d known he was the shithead behind the kidnapping, I’d have ended him right in that alley.

Fuck! His tracker didn’t work but thanks to the bracelet I made him wear, I knew he was still alive.

It took too long to reach Sari. He has been roughed up by a sick piece of shit right under my nose. If anybody was to kidnap him, it should have been me! The sociopathic killer who owns him.

Sari is caressing my face with a hesitant smile on his lips and a hint of determination in his eyes.

I turn my face and kiss his palm as my hand slides down to squeeze his ass.

Fucking hell. Need to think of a way to show him that me controlling his life is what’s best for him. But first things first.

“The fucker?” I ask.

Ezra is the one to answer. “Inside the cottage, unconscious. The other two dead in the back.”

“You?” I know it wasn’t a coincidence the fact that Ezra was outside the restaurant where Sari went to help organize Sully’s party. He was stalking him. Was Ezra’s intention to talk to him? I told him to stay away from him.

“The fucker killed the other two and then was knocked out by Sariel when he went back inside the cottage.”

I look down at Sari, feeling so fucking proud of him. The deep sea of his eyes is at its lightest, meaning he cried.

“Are you okay?” he asks, inhaling shakily. I hug him hard.

“Relative to what?” I respond cockily.

He sighs. “It’s so weird that my tracker didn’t work.”

“Rami said something was messing with the signal.”

His expression changes, brows drawing together.

“Phoenix was.” As soon as I hear Ezra’s words, I let go of Sari to land a hard one on my brother’s jaw.

He grunts and then spits blood on the white ground. “I’ll let you have one.”

“Fuck you!” He’s gotten on my nerves enough by doing everything wrong. “What are you scheming now?”

“Uri!” Sari slides between us, and with an appeasing look, he tries to calm me down. “He told you where I was.”

“He contacted me after you arrived here and not the moment you were taken. I didn’t know where you were for two hours, two entire hours. I’m pretty sure he could have stopped the kidnapping, but he didn’t, eh, brother ?”

Anyone who could take Sari away or does nothing while that happens is an enemy. Ezra keeps his unfazed stare on me without uttering a word, confirming my thoughts. The fucking bastard.

“Now I hear this Phoenix shit,” I hiss. “You weren’t here to save Sari, but to observe him. To study him like you’ve been doing with all of us for months.”

“I can’t deny that. He was quite the surprise.”

I have the urge to throttle the fuck out of him.

Sari’s hands push against my chest as I send a murderous gaze Ezra’s way. “Whatever his motivations, I managed just fine. I’m grateful he told you my location. He didn’t have to, you know?”

Why is Sari defending him now? It’s turning my burning anger into a blazing fire.

“Is this how you treat what’s yours?” I bark. Ezra told me he saw Sari as his, and still, he didn’t try to protect him.

“I treated him with respect,” he deadpans, moving his eyes to Sari like they are exchanging a secret fucking conversation I can’t be part of. “I saw Sariel’s file. I suspected he could take care of himself,” he keeps going.

“And I did.” I feel a tap on my chest and look down at Sari’s bruised face. “I did. I took care of it…by myself.”

“This again? I don’t doubt your abilities, Baby Blue, but you’re too trusting and not a very good judge of character.” His instincts are worth shit. His soft heart and naivety are the precise reason why we are in this predicament. That’s exactly why he needs protection, which Ezra didn’t provide.

He sighs as I push my face against Sari’s hair and breathe him in again. It’s calming, temporarily quieting the murderous whispers inside my head while grounding me to the spot.

Nevertheless, this thing with my brother isn’t going to end here, so I’ll push it to the side for now. “ Tonight you will tell me everything you know about Phoenix , even if I have to punch it out of your smug mouth.”

He smirks bigger, then outstretches his hand. A red Band-Aid is lying on his palm. I don’t accept his offer, but Sari does. He applies it to my forehead just as I see Rami and Rague rushing our way.

Rami wraps both me and Sari in a bear hug.

“Let the fuck go!” I threaten him.

“Hugs are a great way to blow off steam.”

“I like the more traditional way.” I groan as he finally lets go. Mauling and killing are so much more satisfying.

“Fuck!” Rami turns to Ezra. “Look, the clone is finally showing his face.”

“The hacker with the dirty mouth,” my brother counters. “And the muscleman who likes music.”

Rague just growls his way before turning to Sari. “Okay?”

He answers with a nod.

“We scoped out the place and already moved the unconscious fucker into the van,” Rague lets me know. I don’t need to remind them he’s mine to torture, they already know that.

“How should we dispose of the two corpses?”

“A Molotov cocktail?” Rague suggests; I can hear the anticipation in his voice.

“That again, pyromaniac?” Rami mocks Rague’s love of setting things on fire.

“Setting it on fire is the best option,” Ezra interjects.

“Why?” I ask, waiting for his answer to shoot it down.

“The Lockhart exchange principle.”

“The criminologist from the nineteenth century?” Sari sounds interested as he turns his head toward him. I keep him in my arms; don’t like this new coziness between them.

“More scientific stuff,” Rami mutters.

“Lockhart stated that it was impossible for a criminal to leave a crime scene without leaving some trace behind, hair, blood, etc.…or to leave the crime scene without taking something with them.”

“That’s why it’s called the exchange principle.” Sari nods.

“And that’s why we should burn the whole place down, and afterward our clothes. No evidence left behind,” Ezra finishes.

And fuck, if Sari agrees, it’s fine by me.

“That actually makes sense, clone.” Rami seems taken too.

“Science rules! Let’s burn it, baby.” Rague’s raspy excitement is too fucking much.

“You do it,” I tell them. “Don’t fucking follow us!

” I hitch Sari up, and he instantly wraps his legs around my waist as I walk deeper into the forest and away from the others.

He weighs absolutely nothing. Each step makes him shiver in my arms as he feels my half-hard cock rubbing against his hole.

He’s holding onto me so tightly, clutching me to him with his face buried in my neck.

“Uri?” His voice is quiet, and there’s a strain in it I’ve never heard before, like something is breaking just underneath his words.

“I’m here, and I know where you’re going to go. I’ve known since the day I first saw you. You have no other place but by my side.” I state those facts as clear as I possibly can as I stop near a tree and put Sari down to pull his pants off. It’s damn cold, but I’ll warm him up soon enough.

“Where did he touch you?” I whisper darkly as I rip the thin lace off his stiff cock. I haul him into my arms again and push his back against a tree trunk.

“Nowhere,” he pants, knowing what I mean. I can see the sincerity shining brightly in his half-lidded, light blue eyes peering back at me—and the desire. The awe and the excitement. It all takes my damn breath away.

He’s fucking gorgeous. Messy, black hair reaching down his shoulders.

Parted lips seemingly about to say something seductively enticing.

His smooth skin is flawless, and I fucking hate seeing those bruises on Sari’s face again.

I can’t make them disappear, but I can obliterate them from his memories if even for only a short period of time.

“I’ll shove my dick so deep, you’ll feel me in your throat,” I let the dirty promise reach his ear as I grind said jeans-clad part against his balls and hole.

He shivers before crushing his mouth against mine with messy desperation.

Our tongues twist and thrust together as hectic breaths clash.

His mouth is somehow docile and greedy at the same time, while I kiss him so hard it feels like I’m pulling his tongue out.

His legs shift anxiously before spreading wider to let my hips press more firmly between them. He breaks the kiss and gazes up at me with lust-dazed eyes, breathing hard, tongue wetting his red lips.

I know every inch of his stunning body. I’ve fucked him so many times, I know exactly what sets him off. I’ve touched him so thoroughly, I know every single sweet spot. And right now, I want us to tangle into each other more and more until we turn into a hot, crying, grunting, dirty mess.

Sari takes one of my hands and brings it to his face. He kisses my palm and gives it a long lick before sucking my middle finger into his mouth.

“Use only one finger. I want it to sting,” the tempter says sexily before swallowing my finger again.

My teeth sink into my lower lip as I groan and grab a handful of his hair. All the blood rushes to my cock.