Page 100 of Seven+Four
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 hewas 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.
