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“Did you say Tor is”—he gulped—“with a grown man?”

“It’s a blow job, Jule. Why are you freaking out?”

“Did you know about this?” He flipped around and faced Travis.

“Yeah?” Travis said, looking confused. “Are you okay? You’re bright red.”

“And you’re letting it happen?”

“He’s getting his dick sucked. Of course we’re letting it happen.” Travis shrugged. “Hell, I wish it’d happen for me more often but I’m not into dudes, and chicks are harder to get. I tried to talk that guy’s wife into sucking me off but she’s only into watching her husband go down.”

“Same.” Titan nodded. “Kinky bitch. Tor’s lucky.”

“You’re both fucking crazy,” he yelled.

“Jule, chill out.”

“Where’s your gun?” He jerked his gaze around the room, and when he didn’t see anything, he marched toward the bedroom.

“Holy shit.” Titan scrambled over the coffee table and darted for him just as Travis grabbed his shoulders. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to kill that child molester.”

“He’s not that old and Tor’s into it. Calm down.”

“Into it? Do you hear yourself?”

“Are you mad that Tor’s into guys? Because that’s shitty, Jule.”

“I don’t care that he’s gay!” Not that he had known about that, which, honestly, did make him mad, but only because Tor had kept it from him and they told each other everything. “I’m mad that a grown adult is having sex with a kid and his wife is getting off on it. That’s sick.” Jule grabbed his hair, pulling. “Tor’s thirteen!”

“It’s a blow job, not sex. And I was having sex when I was thirteen,” Titan said.

“Same,” Travis agreed. “Actually, I was having sex until you started yelling and I’d like to get back to it. I know you don’t like smoking, Jule, so get a beer. You need to chill the fuck out. Tor’ll be back soon.”

“Angela?” Titan asked, looking at Travis and tilting this head toward the bedrooms.

“Yeah.”

“That’s getting to be a regular thing.”

Travis shrugged at Titan and then arched his eyebrows at Jule. “You good, man?”

Jule nodded, not because that was true but because he needed them to get out of his way. They let go of him, but they were blocking his access to the bedrooms, so he ran out the back door instead.

“Jule!” Travis called after him. “Where are you going?”

He was too enraged to say anything. His heart was racing, his skin on fire, he couldn’t get air into his lungs fast enough, and his vision was going dark around the edges. He saw an exhaust pipe and picked it up. It’d have to do. He must have run because, suddenly, he was at the yellow house, banging on the door. A guy matching Titan’s description of Cody opened it. Short. Brown hair. Way too old to be messing with Tor. Jule swung the pipe and caught him in the stomach, knocking him to the ground.

“You pedo piece of shit.” He raised the pipe over his head and brought it down. “You sick fuck!” He did it again.

“Oh my God,” a woman shouted from inside the house. “What are you doing?”

“Stopping this freak!” The guy was curled into a ball, bloody and crying. Jule hit him again.

“You’re killing him!”

“Good.” He raised his arm, ready to land another blow.