Page 42 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

The guys are reacting perfectly. It was a stroke of genius for Trick to refuse to leave my side.

Two . . .

Fuck the girls. Bunch of fakes who wouldn’t know a testicle from a receptacle.

One . . .

I have nothing to be ashamed of. They wish they were me.

As I turn to face my audience, Mason is there to catch me. Long arms circle me and hold me tight to him. His chest rumbles like Trick’s did but with a different timbre to it. It’s smooth and more subtle, but the effect is every bit as intense.

“Ignore them, my sexy bunny. Envy is for the weak, and you are the strongest woman I’ve ever met.”

Vin’s at my side an instant later, but Trick doesn’t join us.

I can’t blame him. He didn’t want the pact in the first place. I wouldn’t be surprised if he calls the whole thing off and I’m homeless yet again.

My eyes water over and I bury my face in Mason’s chest so no one will see me sob.

I hate this. I’m so exposed out in the open parking lot, even hidden by Mason and with Vin close.

Except, a moment later, Trick is there. He pockets his phone and murmurs to me in a soothing voice.

“They’ll tow your car to the shop. You can use mine to get around until it’s repainted.”

“I can’t afford that. I appreciate the tow, but have them bring it to the house. I’ll take care of it.”

“Izzy—”

“No, Trick. It’s my car. My decision.”

He chews on his bottom lip, and I can tell it’s taking all of his energy not to argue with me.

One thing’s for sure, he may be letting it go for now but he has no intention of leaving it at that.

“Let’s get you home,” Mason says, his voice low and calm.

“Home? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Brad interjects, his tone acidic.

Mason twists us around so he can spit back his own retort.

“Your girl did this, captain,” he says with more venom than I’ve ever heard from him.

“Livvy’s not my girl.”

“She sure likes to claim it,” I reply.

“Oh, come on, baby. You know how the bunnies are. They all want what we have.”

Vin is practically vibrating with anger beside us. I reach out to take his hand so he won’t get himself kicked off the team.

“Had, Brad,” I reply. “What we had.”

“We still have it. You just need to relax a little and everything will fall into place.”

“Into place?” Vin snaps. “Your girlfriend and all of her little friends destroyed Izzy’s car, and what have you done about it? Not a single fucking thing.”

“I didn’t get the chance. It’s not my fault Wyatt’s faster with a phone than me.”

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