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I can imagine Michael’s blushing face as he says, “We discovered we could have fun in one of those rooms a few weeks ago. But the last thing I want is to accidentally bump into you”
“Oh, it’s that kind of club,” Ezra exclaims, looking at his phone.
“There’s no website for it. It’s a very exclusive establishment. The only way to get in is by knowing another member,” I tell him.
“We’ll go tomorrow then,” Michael states.
“Where?” I hear Rami.
“Madame Claudette’s,” Michael replies.
“Maybe we should go check it out, Grizzly,” I think Rami tells Hunter. His voice is too far from the phone.
“I don’t fucking share, Red,” his boyfriend answers back with a grunt.That, I heard well.
“And you think my husband does?” Michael sniffs.
“You can choose a private room. Not everybody likes an audience like Uri,” Raph taunts me. Like I fucking care.
I hear a ding. “I’m getting another call.” It’s Gabe.
“Alright, we’ll let you know if there’s any news.” Raph pauses before adding, “And Ezra, I’ll see you soon.”
I hang up as I hear Ezra’s snort and connect the other call.
“Super Model.”
It’s Lori. “Gremlin.”
“When are you going to bump him on the head with a giant bat and drag him by his hair into your luxurious cave?”
“I hope you’re not talking about me,” Ezra cuts in.
“And you are?” Gabe asks.
“It’s Robin Hood, isn’t it?” Lori doesn’t let him speak. “Can you take a selfie with your twinsy-twin and send it to me? It’s for a friend…forresearchpurposes.”
I don’t want to know what friend and what kind ofresearchhe’s talking about.
“I don’t have your phone number,” is Ezra’s comeback. Like I’ll let him take a picture of us.
“It’s—”
“Lori!” I hear Bez growling.
“Okay, Okay,” Lori tries to assuage his fiancé. “The psycho club in this family is getting bigger by the day.”
“Are you almost at Rague’s?” I ask.
“Ten minutes away,” Gabe flatly tells me.
“How many texts have you sent Sari since you left him?” Lori’s question irks me. And I let him know with a growl.
“Translating from controlling sociopathic language, a two-second growl equals ten to fifteen texts.”
Ezra is looking at me with a puzzled look.
“I can’t kill him. Gabe won’t let me,” I explain.
