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“Or maybe it’s because you are both fucking falling for her but are too fucking thick to see it,” Beast states, coming up behind us. We turn to face him, both of us frowning at him with a ‘what the fuck are you on’ look.

“You’re way off, brother. It is possible to be friends and fuck a woman,” I reply.

His lips twitch. “The only woman friends I have are my brothers’ ol’ ladies or Queenie. Do you know why that is?” he asks.

“Because if you tried to stick your dick in them, you’d be fucking dead?” Scar snorts.

“Partly, but if I wasn’t with Belle, if she wasn’t mine and the ol’ ladies were single, as in not claimed, I couldn’t be friends with them, because I am fucking man with eyes and a dick. Rhea is a damn good looking woman, and she’s a decent fucking person. Women like her cannot be friends with men like us,” he firmly states.

“What the fuck do you mean, men like us?” I press.

“Men that ain’t afraid to tell a woman they want to fuck them. Men that when they see something they like, they fucking go for it.” He laughs. “For example, some dick teacher that worked withBelle wanted to fuck her. I could practically smell his fucking desperation, but he never made a move. He never told her he wanted to fuck her, and they worked together for a while. He was too much of a pussy to make his move,” Beast states.

“Well, he’s either a pussy or we’ve been rejected from everything our entire lives. We don’t fear rejection,” I suggest.

Beast and Scar give me a look. “That’s some deep dark shit, brother,” Scar mutters.

“What are you on about?” Star asks as she walks around from behind the bar.

I give Beast a ‘don’t you fucking dare’ gaze. “That men like us aren’t afraid to tell a woman that we want them,” Beast states, thankfully leaving out all the other information.

Star frowns. “And you’re saying normal men are?” she queries.

Beast nods. “We ain’t afraid to say or take what we want with women.”

“Yeah, and so does a rapist,” she retorts. Beast’s smile instantly falls from his face. Star’s eyes spark with amusement and I’m doing everything to try and hold in my laughter. She reaches across the bar and pats Beast’s hand. “Maybe don’t go around saying things like that,” she says cheerly.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that,” Beast grumbles.

Star stands up straight. “No, you didn’t, but just remember, that while all us women ALLOWED...” She pauses, emphasising the word allowed. “… You, Ghost, and all the rest of them to claim us. It was nothing to do with you all being big macho alphas declaring what you wanted and us bowing to it. Sure, we appreciate that you had the balls to say it. We respect the balls, but we also know that we control your balls,” she says sweetly with a menacing undertone.

“I think my balls have just run in fucking fear,” Scar mutters. Star’s smile widens.

Beast stands there with his mouth hanging open, not knowing what to say next. “They had a three-way with Rhea,” he blurts out, pointing at Scar and me before walking off.

“You fucking prick!” I yell after him.

“It’s every man for himself, brother!” he calls over his shoulder.

Star stands there, her wide eyes flickering back and forth between us. “So, did you?” she asks, swinging and tapping her two index fingers against each other.

“Fuck no, we didn’t,” I snap.

“What is that you’re implying?” Scar asks.

Star still does it. “You know, sword fight. I thought that was a well-known thing,” she says with a shrug.

“It is, and no, our dicks did not touch in any way,” I clarify. Star nods, making me sigh. “You want to ask loads of questions, don’t you?” I ask, looking at her.

“Oh god, yes. I’m trying to be polite, but I want to know was it one in the pink and one in the brown? Did you suck him off at any point and did you do that porn thing where you both stood there jerking off all over her face? And did she pretend to like it? Because we don’t, you know. We don’t appreciate cum in the eye or hair. You guys can cum anywhere else but not there,” she rants.

I look at Scar, then back to Star. “I’m going for a smoke,” I state.

Scar grab his beer. “I worry about your mind,” he says to Star as he walks away.

“Fine, I will just ask Rhea,” she yells.

I walk outside and light a cigarette. I spot Spider and Nova sat together on the bench, but before I can turn away, Spider lifts his chin, signalling for me to go over. I walk over to them and take a seat.

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