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back behind the counter, throwing Rainerio a come-hither look.
    Rainerio didn’t know what the hell to do about him. Dillon was impossible. As Rainerio took his first sip of the tea, he had visions of fucking Dillon for three straight days. He mentally chuckled. No tea could help him. He was already in a constant state of readiness around the little bugger. The tea was good though. Dillon seemed to know what he was doing here.
    Hondo walked away from the counter after talking with all three men. He had a satisfied look on his face as he approached Rainerio.
    “All’s good.”
    Rainerio nodded, hating to leave the coffee shop. Peter was still talking with Jake, but they both looked over toward the counter. The urge to yell “mine” was strong, but Rainerio hurried away. No one could connect the two. It wasn’t safe for Dillon.
    “I’ll never understand why you just don’t go ahead and tag Dillon. He can’t stop talking about you, and you seem to have that hungry look in your eyes every time you look at him,” Hondo commented as they walked the streets in hopes of hearing anything about Marino.
    “I won’t have him used like Chris and Snooke were.”
    Hondo snorted. “No matter what you do, he’s associated with us now. If our enemies want to use him, they will, whether you sleep with him or not.”

    He knew what Hondo was saying was true, but he wouldn’t risk it.
    Besides sex, Rainerio was starting to feel something toward the little human, something other than lust. The emotional ramifications of a relationship terrified Rainerio all the way to his core.
    Liking Dillon was one thing. Falling hard for him was another.
    Rainerio couldn’t understand how one man had such a devastating effect on him. Dillon wasn’t even his type. Rainerio like his men quiet, and Dillon was anything but. Still, he knew deep down he was interested, more than interested.
    “I say you should fuck him and get it out of your system. It just might help you. Lord knows you lead a monk’s life as it is. Maybe it’ll get that stick out of your ass.”
    “I do not have a stick up my ass.”
    “Right, you’re the party animal. Maybe fucking Dillon will help your sense of humor. It seems to have dried up with your balls.”
    Hondo laughed as he dodged Rainerio’s flying hand.
    Rainerio had no intention of justifying Hondo’s vulgar mouth with an answer. It wasn’t anyone’s business what was happening between the two, or not happening, and he wanted to keep it that way, for Dillon’s sake.
    “All I’m saying is, if the dude is willing.”
    Okay, now Hondo was baiting him, and he knew it. “Do what? Fuck him just because he is offering? Chris was up under your nose for one hundred years before you even thought about making a move. Everyone saw how he felt about you, everyone but you.”
    “Don’t bring my mate into this.” Hondo stopped walking and turned to face Rainerio. “Keep him out of this.”
    “Why? You don’t seem to have a problem bringing Dillon into this.”
    “He isn’t your mate.”
    “So that makes it okay to treat him like a Saturday night special at Diablo’s?” Rainerio could feel his self-control slipping, and that was never a good thing. He took a deep and cleansing breath, purging his anger. “Look, just drop it, okay?”
    “Fine, whatever,” Hondo groused. “But you need to talk with Dillon. He thinks the moon shines just for you.”
    Rainerio ignored Hondo’s exaggerating ass. Sure, Dillon had the hots for him, but it didn’t go any deeper than that, and he was glad it didn’t. Things could get complicated if he did feel that way.
    “This walking the beat shit is boring. How the hell are we going to find out anything by just strolling around?”
    Rainerio was thankful for the change in subject. His bark of laughter surprised them both. “Maybe we could go rough up Torky and Ace Boogey. They seem to know everything that goes on around here.”
    Hondo chuckled. “We could, but Panahasi