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“No, you do it.” Rachel waved the taser in Steph’s face.

“You’re going to end up tasering each other if you don’t make a decision soon,” I said, rolling my eyes.

Vienna snored loudly, and both women turned their heads in my direction to glare at me.

“I know, I know,” I said, shaking my head. “Shhh. I heard you the first million times.”

“On three?” Rachel suggested.

“On three,” Steph grinned, covering Rachel’s hands with her own.

I watched as they giggled and then tested the taser, letting it crackle in the air, and then looked at each other with wide-eyed amazement.

“One,” Rachel whispered. At least, she attempted to whisper.

“Two,” Steph whispered back.

“Ladies,” Vienna said suddenly, opening his eyes. “I’m awa—”

Rachel screamed. Steph slapped him. Both of them stumbled and jumped a mile into the air.

And, out of sheer panic, Rachel pressed the button and applied the taser to Vienna’s boxer-clad balls.

Still screaming, she dropped the taser.

Steph tried to run from the room and smacked into the doorframe.

Vienna curled into a ball, grasping his genitals and yelling at all of us.

And me? I stood in the doorway and just laughed.

Because what else was I supposed to do?

“What the fuck is going on in here?” Dante suddenly boomed from behind me.

“She did it!” Steph muttered from the floor, pointing towards the window.

Rachel attempted to crawl under the bed, forgetting that it was a divan bed and there was no space, so she just ended up with her ass and legs in the air as she tried to bury herself.

Vienna remained curled on the bed.

“Do you have an answer for this?” Dante glared at me.

“I... no,” I said simply. “I have no fucking idea.”

“Thought as much,” he muttered, striding into the room and scooping his old lady over his shoulder.

“She still has the taser, Dante,” I warned him, watching her wave it around.

“Cheers for that,” he said, snatching the taser out of her hands and slapping it into mine.

“What about her?” I asked, pointing down to Steph.

“Snow White? She’s not my responsibility.”

“You’re just going to leave her here?”

“She doesn’t seem to mind,” he grinned.