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Insane.

Orzo is insane.

“You said you didn’t want to date just me. Well now you have three men. Is this enough?” he asks carefully, dragging me infinitesimally closer to him.

“I—What?” I repeat. “I—I mean, sure, I like all three of you. But Reuben wanted Kale dead. You punched Kale. All of this is a tangled mess. And I am a killer. I need to tell someone, to atone for my crimes.”

Everything catches up with me fast and quick. A bullet lodging in my gut.

A hysteria that is years in the making.

“No,” Orzo argues, his rough fingers flexing on my arm. “You aren’t turning yourself in. You’re right where you belong. We can figure the rest out, we all have time.”

“You heard me. I have accidentally killed people for years. Hidden it. Covered up my crimes. And it’s not just me—”

Orzo drags me onto his lap, forces me to stare into his eyes as he clips through his teeth. “You are not going anywhere, Cinnamon. You are the only happiness in my life. The only spark that has managed to linger and expand. You are mine. You are ours. We are not good men. None of us are, but we will be good for you. I will make sure of it. Besides, if you turn yourself in, what about Reuben and Kale? I imagine they’ll be locked away too.”

He’s right.

And he knows it by the smugness of his tone.

I fall onto his chest, my ear pressed against his shirt, listening to his heartbeat.

It is loud, chaotic. Just like the man himself.

The longer I listen, the warmer I feel. The more I can pretend and believe that this is where I belong.

That I don’t deserve to rot in jail.

I imagine a life here. With Kale, Orzo, and Reuben.

Would it be a motley of insanity? Would I wake up wrapped in their embrace?

Another image flashes.

Of the men and me together. Tangled and writhing.

My face heats.

Heat pools between my thighs.

Orzo’s grip around me tightens, as if he is reading my mind. His cock hardens underneath me. His fingers slip under my borrowed shirt, tucking into the boxers I wear.

His boxers.

His shirt.

Orzo groans as the pads of his fingers skirt the top of my ass. “Fuck, Cinnamon. You tangle up my mind, set fire to my chest. You can’t go anywhere. You can’t run off. Not again.”

Reuben shifts beside us, his eyes flashing open. He jolts at the sight of Orzo, but then his attention bounces to me.

There is an immediate shift in energy.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Orzo’s fingers curl along my ass, offering soft circles.

“She is,” Reuben agrees easily.

I don’t know when Kale awoke, but the end of the bed dips, and when I turn my head, he is there.