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“Thank you.” Looking back towards my love, I pick up his hand again and bring it to my lips. “I know he’s caused some issues, that his doubt in me and our relationship is concerning.I’m not happy about it, but I don’t know what else to do.” I hate the vulnerability I’m forced to show when discussing this, even to Hollis.

“I’ll talk to him. You’ve done nothing but show him how much you love him, Love. The rest…it’s up to him. If he can’t get over himself, this will never work; and I refuse to let him break your heart.”

I laugh a little. I should probably be upset that Hollis is basically saying he’ll kill Benjamin if he hurts me, but…I don’t expect anything less from my Tesoro.

Pressing another kiss to Benjamin’s hand, I set it down gently and turn to Hollis, kissing him deeply, enjoying the way he feels against me. It’s been too fucking long since we’ve had time together, and the way we’re both feeling now…taking him away and having my way with him sounds better than anything else.

“Soon,” I say against his mouth. “As soon as the Boys are back and safe, I’m going to lock you up somewhere for a while.”

He laughs and nips at my lips. “Not if I kidnap you first.”

“We’ll see who comes out on top…” I tease.

Hollis moans and kisses me harder, my dick hardening at the feel of him and all the wonderfully dirty things I want to do with him.

Pulling away, I rub my thumb along his bottom lip. “I need to go, otherwise I’ll drop to my knees and suck your cock, Tesoro.”

He groans. “Don’t fucking tempt me, Love.”

Pressing another kiss to his lips, I finally get up. Leaning over Benjamin, I brush his dark hair away from his face, and press a kiss to his cheek before leaving the room. It hurts to leave him when I’m the reason he’s in that bed, but I trust Hollis to care for him.

Leaving the medical suite, I head for Leandro and Hollis’s office. The door is closed, but I highly doubt Leandro is in bedyet. The boy is as much of a workaholic as Hollis is, so after knocking once, I push the door open.

Leandro doesn’t look up from his screen, even when Boston gets up and makes her way over. “I’m not going to ask if you’re sure about this, but I’ll stress the importance of not letting anyone else know what’s on the video. Not even your boyfriend.”

I frown and look up from where I’m petting Boston. “What happened?” I ask carefully.

“Benjamin thought that, since he is Emilio’s Second, he had a right to view the video. He was shut down, but it’s something to watch out for. He is not entitled to anything.”

I watch Leandro carefully, as the venom in his voice is unusual. He doesn’t allow anyone to get under his skin, so his disdain for Benjamin is…concerning.

“What do you have against Benjamin?”

He doesn’t answer, and I wait him out until he finally sighs. “He doesn’t respect you. He may love you, sure, whatever the fuck that’s supposed to mean. But he doesn’t respect you, or Roman, and he definitely doesn’t respect Lio. He’s lucky I haven’t killed him yet.”

“Stay out of it, Leandro,” I warn.

“If he really cared about you, he’d get over himself and?—”

“Enough.” My word is final, and he snaps his mouth closed. Turning to face me finally, his navy blue eyes are dark and hard. Anyone else would flinch away from the emotion in them, but Leandro doesn’t scare me, he never has. “We’re handling it. Your concern is appreciated, but unnecessary.”

He sniffs in disagreement, but doesn’t say anything, which is almost more worrisome than him arguing his point. Fuck. I’m going to have to watch the situation and make sure my son doesn’t kill my lover.That’s just what I fucking need.

“Can I see the video, please?”

“Sit there, don’t fucking touch anything.” He nods to Hollis’s desk.

I’d never pretend to understand the work the two of them do in here, as the hacking process is far beyond my capabilities, I’m just thankful both of them are on our side—well, at least Hollis is, and he has some control over Leandro.

Leandro brings up the video on Hollis’s screen, and we sit in silence as it plays out. Holding onto the edge of the desk, so I don’t do something stupid—like punch the monitor—I watch as my Baby Boy is used against his will. Whatever they did to him…that wasn’t his choice. I don’t know how…but it has to be some type of drug. I need to talk to Doc, Dr. Ranlen, and Soren to see what they think about the situation.

When the video ends, I blow out a breath and sit back in the desk chair. “There’s another one,” Leandro says carefully. “It came in about an hour ago…I haven’t told anyone yet.”

“Play it.”

The desk chair hits the wall with a bang as I stand, violence erupting in every pore as I watch that fucking bitch hurt my Little Prince in the cruelest of ways.

“How close are you to finding the source?”