Page 68 of Fourplay & Fatalities

Asa grabbed Zane’s ankles and tugged until he was on his back, then gathered him close, forcing him to be the little spoon. Zane happily allowed himself to be manhandled, letting Asa do as he pleased, as usual.

Once they were all settled, Felix finally asked, “Why do you look so bummed? Who died?”

“My victim,” Avi all but wailed, giving a sort of dramatic flop that made it seem like he’d been cardioverted by those big paddle thingies at the hospital.

Felix gazed down at his husband, his confusion obvious.

When Avi didn’t elaborate, Felix looked at Zane, who shrugged.

“Don’t look at me. I got there just before you did.”

“Am I missing something?” Asa asked. “Wasn’t the victim supposed to die?” He looked at Felix. “Did we do that thing…what did you call it? Timeline shifting? Yeah. Did we timeline shift or something? Are we not vigilantes here?”

Felix snorted. “As far as I know, we’re still in the same timeline.”

Avi groaned. “I went to kill that pedo fuck. You know the one.”

They all nodded.

The guy had been a total piece of shit—obviously. He was a swim coach notorious for preying on his students, especially his younger students. The courts had to let him go after a cop failed to read him his Miranda rights during his arrest.

Since then, he’d moved jobs and grown even bolder.

Avi had been looking forward to torturing him nice and slow, making him scream until his voice box was destroyed.

He’d had so many plans.

But no.

“What happened? Was it not what you wanted it to be? Did he bleed out too quickly again?” Zane asked, his brows knitted together.

“He was already dead!” Avi cried, then huffed out another angry breath through his nose.

The fucking nerve of that guy to die before Avi could have at him. What a fucking loser. He couldn’t even do that for him.

He wasn’t even that fucking old. There was no excuse for this type of behavior.

The other three were quiet for a heartbeat before Asa burst out laughing.

“Wait. Seriously? Your victim was already dead? Like someone beat you to it? After Freckles and Jericho’s meet-cute, I really didn’t think it was even statistically possible for something like that to happen twice.”

Felix gave Asa a hard look, reaching over Zane to slap his shoulder. “You could at least pretend to be sympathetic. You know he was really excited about this one.”

Zane elbowed him. “Yeah, be nice.”

Asa scoffed. “Why should I pretend? He can read my thoughts. Remember? Also, I’m a psychopath. I’m literally incapable of sympathy.”

Asa taunted him with another grin, then stuck his tongue out at Felix for good measure.

“Very mature,” Zane muttered.

“Who do you think did it?” Felix asked, his dark eyes lit up with something akin to excitement.

Zane’s love of a good whodunit was starting to bleed over into Felix.

“God,” Avi spat.

Felix blinked at him, his expression flat. “What?” he asked dully.