Cal looks between us. “Am I missing something?”
“Seems Devon is Rex’s companion of sorts.”
Rex wraps his arm around Devon’s waist when the young man tries to spring up, then my friend looks at me. “Not my companion. My boyfriend.”
“You’ve got to be shitting me. You? In a serious relationship?”
This seems to piss everyone off. And I mean everyone, including Cal, who looks like he wants to punch me in the face.
I raise both hands. “Got it. Serious relationship. With Satan’s spawn.”
My friend chuckles. “Yeah, that he is.”
Cal slips into the chair beside me, placing a cup of tea on the table. He fidgets in his seat as if uncomfortable, and I don’t care for it one bit.
Rex raises a brow. “Looks like you’re one to talk.”
“Meaning?”
He juts his chin at Cal. “Boyfriend?”
Cal tenses, and now I seem to match Devon’s energy, only Rex is my target. “He’s mine. End of story.”
Because I’m not exactly sure what we are. Just that he belongs to me.
Rex sips his tea, then coughs and clears his throat. “Colt owes me a blowjob.”
Devon whips around, looking like he’s about to flat out murder Rex, who just laughs. My gaze narrows on my friend, waiting for him to explain.
“We made a bet about whether you’d catch feelings for Cal.”
I bark out a laugh. “And if I remember correctly, I get to fuck your virgin ass based on our bet that you’d never fall in love.”
Everything happens so fast. One moment, I’m laughing, teasing my friend. The next, a knife slices through the skin fold of my middle and ring finger, blood leaking onto the table. Cal launches himself across the table at Devon and both boys tumble to the ground.
Rex and I jump out of our chairs as our boys punch each other, and when Devon pins Cal, I kick the fucker in the chest, then grab him by the shirt and toss him against the wall, his head hitting with a loud thunk.
But when I go to help Cal up, I’m tackled to the floor by Rex, who grabs my throat with one hand, squeezing hard while he punches my face with the other.
Damn. It’s been a while since I’ve been in a good brawl.
I buck him off and grab his thumb, pulling it back, then put him in a wrist lock, kneeing his ribs.
“Stop!” Cal tries to push me off, but I shove him away.
Another grunt cuts through the air, chairs clattering as Cal and Devon go flying again.
Fuck.
“Get your boy, now!” Rex shouts at me.
I climb off and grab Cal, who lands a punch to Devon’s bad eye, as Rex grabs Devon, then we separate to opposite sides of the now messy kitchen.
“Are you fuckin’ serious!” Rex’s face is red, and I’m not sure if he’s about to let his grip on Devon go—both of them look like they’re about to attack again. “Devon’s hurt, you stupid fuck. He’s got a severe concussion, and you slammed his head against the wall!”
“He stabbed Mac!” Cal lunges forward, but I tighten my grip around his waist.
“Easy, Little Fawn.”
