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“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. “Tonightyou 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 newcozinessbetween them.
“More scientific stuff,” Rami mutters.
“Lockhart stated that it was impossible for a criminal to leave a crime scene withoutleavingsome trace behind, hair, blood, etc.…or to leave the crime scene withouttakingsomething 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.
