“I happen to know is very good. Go for it, Angel. He looks like a lace ripper,” I purr.
Sari’s smile falls as soon as Uri grabs his arm and pulls him toward the counter, holding him close. Now I can see there’s something more between the bros. That’s hot.
I glance back outside. Chimney, the bloke that attacked me in the underground garage, is still there. His eyes on the café window where I’m sitting. Coincidence?
“Ollie, do you remember when I told you about the prick that jumped me after work a few days ago?” I use a casual tone.
Rague hums, taking a bite of his burrito.
“You just hinted at it on the phone, while yesterday, you went on and on about your crazy theory that your landlord is a pod person for an hour.”
“But he must be, always checking my ass out like he wants to probe it! Those beady eyes and that freakishly long tongue.”
“Tell me everything!” He uses a commanding tone, to which I sigh.
“I thought I did. I mean he also has very small feet. I?—”
“Not your disgusting landlord. The guy that jumped you!”
“Oh, okay.” I start the retelling of the attack, embellishing it with my flawless narrative skills.
“He’s outside right now,” I add when I’m done.
“He is?” Rague frowns, but doesn’t turn to look.
“Not so casually smoking a cigarette near the post office.” Hence the name chimney. He must smoke at least a couple of packs to stink that much.
“You got a stalker? That’s creepy,” Ollie states as Rague’s big body moves closer to him—he activated protective mode.
“How many times do I have to remind you that you stalked your hubby?”
“That was different… I didn’t have any disturbing thoughts.” Ollie’s eyes fall on his juice cup.
“Please, you had a taste of his gorilla cock and craved more. If that isn’t a dirty thought?—”
“Dirty, not disturbing,” he cuts me off, looking all offended.
“Let’s focus on the current stalker,” Rague interjects.
“Where’s Reacher? Isn’t he coming?” I ask.
“Rami is busy with Opal and Hunter intercepting another shipment of drugs. He’s trying his hardest to stop Phoenix’s minions from testing it on people. Another two patients have ended up in the hospital with your same symptoms in the last three days.”
Damn it. I really hope they had a Gabe as well near them when they were dosed. The thought of being alone and defenseless in the hands of malevolent strangers makes dread and fear try to engulf me. Rami is right; we have to stop them.
“We need to talk about what to do going forward. You bros keep telling me to rest, which enrages me. I want to whack people.”
“Did you just use the wordwhack?” Ollie sounds incredulous.
“Yes, it needs to have a glorious comeback.” I skip the duh at the end.
“No, it needs to stay where it is, in Oblivion City.”
“I still want to whack people, preferably the ones related to my predicament,” I spit out between my gritted teeth.
“How? The brothers are all insanely protective morons,” Ollie agrees with me, sending a glare toward his husband.
“Kitty, you’re still angry about me trying to stop you from going into the sex club. But I didn’t, you went in and got Lori back,” Rague patiently says, grabbing Ollie’s hand. “My insanely protective side is for your own good.”
