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“He knows what I mean. He’s stirring up some shit that doesn’t need to be stirred.”

“Guy can’t even enjoy an afternoon pick me up around here, huh?” I ask with a smirk.

“Oh, shit, Jax,” Villi says. “Really?”

“What?” I ask.

“You’re starting something,” Mac says.

“What if I am?” I ask. “What does it have to do with your life? Huh?”

“It’s just messy, that’s all.”

“Messy? As in you fucking around with a virgin? Huh?” I look at Villi. “Do I need to explain messy to you? Banging a professor?”

Villi points at me. “She wasn’t a professor at that time. And she doesn’t even work here anymore. Don’t drag me into this.”

“I’m not in the mood for more bullshit right now,” Mac says. “Find someone else to fuck.”

He pokes at my chest again.

I grab his forearm.

Villi gets right between us.

“Mac, you’ve said your part, right?” Villi whispers.

“Yeah. I have. I’m going to go for a walk. Clear my head.”

Mac leaves the dorm.

“You know that wasn’t personal, right?” Villi asks.

“Sure felt like it.”

“He got some news about his father. That’s all. He needed a target. You were the target.”

“What’s he doing defending Mila Patrick for?”

“So you knew exactly what he meant then…”

“What, are you going to ride my ass next here?”

“You know me, Jax, I’m not judging anyone for anything.”

“I went for a cup of coffee.”

“Be honest, when was the last time you went to the cafe.”

Villi and I are tight. Close like brothers.

He can read me. I can read him.

Back and forth, blah blah…

“I’m broadening my horizon,” I say. “It was nice to sit there. Think. Good to do.”

“Bullshit. You really are stirring the pot.”

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