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The arsehole. I should’ve known he’d threaten them. “Hurt them in any way and all of this is over, Jonathan. I’ve lost too many people I’ve called family, and I won’t allow you to take this one away from me, too.” “Then do as I said.” “You do as I say.” “What?” “The deal we talked about the other day works both ways, too. If you want me to do something I wouldn’t usually agree on, you’ll do something for me.” He releases the menu, letting it fall to the table with disapproval written all over his features. “Let me guess, another night in my bed without the punishment part.” “No. Something before we go back.” He places both hands at his chin, forming a steeple. “Pray tell.” “Not here. I’ll tell you when we leave.” “And you’ll do as you’re told?” “Let’s order.” “Is that a yes, Aurora?” “It’s a yes until further notice.” Jonathan’s lips twitch in a smile at the way I repeat his words. Then he mutters, “The fucking attitude.” We order couscous and kebabs after I tell Jonathan it’s my favou