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“Yeah, just a guy who wants to have a threesome with Ollie and me,” I say casually.

“Lori!” Ollie barks at me. “I swear I’ll ruin your damn nail polish…”

Another beep from Rague’s phone stops my bestie’s empty threat. Rague’s face turns to granite, and his eyes fill with murder.

“Who?” he growls at me, and I have to admit the rumbling sound makes my legs shake for a second.

I point at tall and tanned, whose smile is quickly falling off his face.

“Don’t fucking move, Kitty.” Rague tosses his phone on the table and spins around, incredibly swift for a man of his great size. Each charging step he takes toward the bloke—who looks frozen in his chair—is grim and filled with menace.

I look down at Rague’s phone on the table, and I see a picture of a very hard, leaning-to-the-left dick pointing at the screen, followed by the text, “Looking forward to filling your mouth, Oliver.” Tall and tanned went from a cheesy approach to a very filthy one within a few seconds.

A snort leaves my mouth because this is exceeding-all-expectations brilliant.

My eyes go back to Rague just in time to see him yank the bloke off his chair and lift his trembling body high. Higher until they are face-to-face. Rague is growling something at him when Ollie jumps and wraps his body around him to stop him from maiming the bloke.

Should I defuse the situation? What the fuck am I thinking, of course not. I’m sure it’ll be fine.

Rague abruptly let’s go of tall and tanned. And I watch his body hit the floor with a thud. He quickly starts crawling out of the café as I stand up to address the puzzled or utterly afraid people around us.

“Gather some mental decorum, people. It’s just a lover’s spat!” My voice quivers with suppressed amusement, but I’m successful in stifling my chuckle. Surely I have been convincing enough, as the customers turn to do their own thing—some of them still frowning with disapproval.

I sit back, feeling so damn high. This has been exhilaratingly splendid!

“He fell on the floor like a bag of potatoes! Bam!” I tell Ollie, when they return to sit at the table. Rague is holding my bestie on his lap in a tight grip.

Ollie glowers at me. “You suck.”

“Not for free, mate,” I counter, earning an angry growl from Rague. Damn, the jealous gorilla.

“Bitch!”

“What are you complaining about? Your husband is going to drill you into the car seat in a few minutes. You should thank me.” I cross my arms on my chest, daring Ollie to protest.

“What’s going on?” Sari’s voice reaches us from behind. His pale blue eyes flicker from me to Ollie and Rague, waiting for an explanation.

“Lori is being a dick, as usual,” Ollie mutters.

“I thought I was a bitch.” I huff, and then let out a chuckle, remembering how tall and tanned cockroached his way out of the café.

“Are you laughing at me, or is it just a discharge of nervous energy?” Bless Sari and his oblivious, genius brain.

“Rague manhandled a fucker who was probably hitting on Ollie,” Uri says, coming up behind Sari. His long dreads are tied in a ponytail today, and his facial piercings shine under the natural light. He’s extremely handsome aaand annoying.

“How do you know?” Rague asks him.

“Saw you from the store window.” Uri pulls a chair out for Sari and then sits next to him, placing his arm on the back of Sari’s. “You should tell Rami to take care of the café security cameras, just in case the guy decides to sue you.”

“Also tell him to send the bloke’s boyfriend this picture.” I grab Rague’s phone and tilt it Uri's way, showing him the dick picture still visible on the screen.

Sari gets an eyeful too, and his cheeks turn red. He grabs the end of his long braid with both hands as he keeps staring at the cell.

“He certainly earned your wrath, Rague.” Then Uri adds in a mocking tone, “You’re a very bad boy, Ollie.”

“Fuck you!” he replies, tightening his arms around Rague’s tense body. They start kissing and whispering mushy stuff. I think Ihear a sugary, gag-inducing “You deserve the universe and all its treasure, Kitty.”

Soon, I’ll witness chirping birds flying out of Ollie’s butt, helping him to get dressed like fucking Cinderella while his gorilla prince fixes the kingdom with his rat friends.