Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 91: Wait till you become his partner then.

"Are you for real?" Alex asked, raising an eyebrow as a scoff slipped past his lips. "So they’ve already found someone they want to frame?"

He tilted his head slightly, interest flickering in his eyes.

"Someone like Sabe could easily find ten people to take the fall for the fetalyn case," Damien replied, his tone calm yet calculating. A faint smirk curved his lips. "But instead, he chose one specific man—the one working in the pharmacy section of his company."

Damien leaned back slightly.

"The people in that department are in charge of all the drugs. They’re responsible for prescriptions, storage, and distribution. That alone already makes him the perfect scapegoat."

"Oh, I see," Alex murmured thoughtfully. "There has to be a deeper reason why Sabe picked this particular man."

He nodded slowly.

"But we’ll find out soon enough. The moment we meet this man and interrogate him, everything will become clear."

Alex paused, then added with a sharp edge to his voice, "Though meeting him won’t be easy. Maybe it’ll be difficult for Gabe—but for someone like me?"

A faint smile tugged at his lips.

"It won’t be hard at all."

He straightened.

"We’ll wait until the police summon him for questioning. Once that happens... we take him."

Damien’s smile widened.

"Exactly," he replied approvingly. "That settles it."

He stretched slightly.

"You deal with Gabe and his husband," Damien continued casually. "I’ll handle Fred—and that omega I’m still tracking down."

"Why didn’t you say your Fred the way you said your Gabe?" Alex asked with a teasing smirk as he rose to his feet.

He shook his head mockingly.

"You don’t even treat me like your boss anymore just because we’re close now, huh?" Alex added lightly. "If you keep disrespecting me like this, I might just send men from my organization to deal with you."

"That’s not possible—and you know it," Damien shot back immediately before bursting into loud laughter.

Alex joined him, their laughter echoing briefly through the room.

---

Meanwhile...

The moment Gabe arrived home, he froze.

Matthew and Sabe were already seated in the living room, waiting for him.

"You’re back?" Sabe asked, his tone edged with restrained anger. "From the therapist again, huh?"

"I didn’t meet the therapist," Gabe replied flatly, his voice firm. "I’m done with my therapy sessions with him."

"Oh, really?" Matthew chimed in, a smirk spreading across his face. "That’s surprising."

He leaned back comfortably.

"I’d advise you to stick with the therapist, though," Matthew continued. "Because if you’re still clinging to the idea of getting back with Sabe, that’s a dream that will never come true again."

He laughed quietly.

"Your time is over. Following Sabe to the police station to testify for him—thinking that would make him forgive you?" Matthew shook his head. "That won’t work."

"How can people be this dumb?" Gabe muttered with a scoff.

"Huh?" Matthew snapped, raising an eyebrow, irritation flashing across his face. "Who exactly are you talking to?"

"Whoever feels connected to my words," Gabe replied calmly, his tone sharp and deliberate.

He took a step forward.

"You could send men to hurt the therapist," Gabe continued coldly, "yet you can’t even see what’s happening right in front of you."

His lips curved into a faint smile.

"Your life is already a mess. And soon enough, everything you’re holding onto will crumble."

"You sent people after the therapist?" Sabe asked suddenly, his brows knitting together as he turned toward Matthew.

"Oh yes," Gabe answered before Matthew could speak. "Your partner sent his own group of assassins—right after you sent yours."

He shrugged lightly.

"It wasn’t hard to find out. I tend to notice what’s happening around me much faster than some people."

Gabe met Sabe’s gaze steadily.

"And for the record, following Sabe to the police station as his partner was the right thing to do."

Matthew scoffed.

"It’s only a matter of time before you stop being his partner," he said mockingly. "And acting like this won’t make Sabe forgive you."

He placed a hand on his large stomach, rubbing it slowly.

"So you should stop all this nonsense."

"Wait till you become his partner then," Gabe replied coldly, rolling his eyes away in clear dismissal. "Let’s see if you’ll actually become his partner. Let’s see how the two of you are going to end."

He didn’t wait for a response.

With a sharp turn of his wheelchair, Gabe headed toward his room—the guestroom downstairs—leaving the air heavy behind him.

Once inside, he shut the door firmly and let out a slow breath. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and dialed Risa’s number.

The call was picked up almost immediately.

"Are you working on what I asked you to do?" Gabe asked, his voice low and serious, stripped of any warmth.

"I am, boss," Risa replied confidently from the other end of the line. "Our men are ready. We’ll kidnap that man very soon. You’ve got nothing to worry about."

"Good," Gabe said curtly. "I’ll talk to you later."

He ended the call and leaned back in his wheelchair, releasing a heavy sigh as the tension finally settled into his chest.

Unbidden, his thoughts drifted to Alex.

The memory of Alex’s dejected expression replayed vividly in his mind—those eyes, once sharp and confident, clouded with hurt and confusion. The image refused to fade.

"Did I overreact earlier?" Gabe murmured under his breath, lifting a hand to rub his face in frustration.

He let his palm slide down slowly.

"Yeah... I know I’m not good with words," he admitted quietly. "So yeah, I probably hurt him."

His jaw tightened.

"But it was needed."

There were too many things about to unfold—too many dangers lurking just beneath the surface. If Alex stayed close, he would get dragged into the chaos.

"I need to keep him safe," Gabe continued softly. "Once everything is over—once things settle—I’ll be the one to bring him back. I’ll make it right. I’ll prepare a decorated room for him... and explain everything."

Just then—

The door to Gabe’s room swung open.

Fred walked in without knocking and moved straight to the bed, sitting down in front of Gabe with a tired sigh.

"You’re back?" Gabe asked, lifting an eyebrow, curiosity flickering in his eyes. "How did it go?"

For a moment, Fred didn’t answer.

His thoughts drifted unwillingly back to Damien—to the image burned into his mind. Damien on the floor, bare and unguarded, lost to his own desires. The memory sent an uncomfortable heat curling through Fred’s body.

His breath hitched slightly.

The sensation between his legs stirred, followed by an unsettling tightness that made him swallow hard. Quickly, Fred grabbed a pillow and placed it over his lap, using it as a shield.

"It went well," Fred finally replied, forcing his voice to sound steady. "I apologized to him already."

He adjusted the pillow subtly.

"I’ll see him again some other time," Fred added. "Talk to him more. What about you and Alex?"

Gabe’s expression darkened slightly.

"Well," he began calmly, "I think you’ll have to keep putting up with Damien for now—at least until I’m done dealing with Sabe."

Fred stiffened.

"Alex and I aren’t on good terms right now," Gabe continued. "I pushed him away. And I did it on purpose."

Fred’s eyes widened.

"It’s for his own good," Gabe explained. "Not only is the fetalyn case about to surface, but Matthew’s pregnancy secret will come out too. When that happens, everything will explode."

His gaze hardened.

"I don’t want Alex dragged into the mess that’s coming. So I pushed him away—for a while."

The words sent a wave of shock straight down Fred’s spine.

"What?" Fred exclaimed, disbelief clear in his voice. "Are you serious right now?"

He leaned forward, frowning deeply.

"For how long are you planning to sort things out with Sabe?" Fred demanded. "You don’t even know who he’s planning to use as a scapegoat yet."

He scoffed sharply.

"And how exactly am I supposed to keep putting up with Damien until then?"

"Oh, I already know," Gabe replied calmly, a faint, unsettling smile appearing on his lips. "I’m just waiting for Sabe to take the lead while I follow quietly."

Fred froze.

"If he doesn’t kill the man he plans to frame," Gabe continued evenly, "he’ll still end up killing someone else. And either way, that lands him in jail."

His smile warmed—far too much for the words he was saying.

"A sudden death would be his punishment," Gabe added softly. "Or perhaps life imprisonment."

Fred exhaled slowly.

"Oh... I see," he muttered. Then he straightened. "Well, you’ll have to be fast. I really need to get the drugs from Damien and leave the city as soon as possible. I’m tired of all this drama."

Gabe nodded in understanding.

"By the way," Gabe said suddenly, his tone sharpening, "I don’t trust Risa anymore."

Fred looked up.

"The men I asked her to send to protect Alex earlier—she never sent them," Gabe continued. "Instead, Matthew’s assassins became the second group that went after Alex."

Fred’s brows furrowed.

"I told Risa to set up a team to capture the man Sabe chose as his scapegoat," Gabe went on, a smirk forming on his lips. "But I doubt Risa will allow it to go smoothly."

He met Fred’s gaze directly.

"That’s why I want you to prepare another group of men—just in case."

Fred nodded slowly, understanding the implication.

"It’s only a matter of time before she leaves my company too," Gabe added quietly.