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“Elliot, I’m not sure where this is coming from. You asked me out once and I turned you down. That was it. You were mean to me after. So, this and the texts asking me to come back to work are confusing me.”

I stand beside Ronny, not wanting to hide behind him, and get Elliot to understand my stance. “You’re unwell, Elliot. Do you need me to call someone? A family member or a friend?” I ask him.

Ronny puts his arm in front of me, halting me, and that’s when Elliot snaps. Again. “You are ruining everything! You were meant to work by my side so we will rule this town together.” He holds his hand out for me, like I’m just going to run straight for him.

What in the hell is he talking about? Working side by side?

“Elliot, no, I’m with Ronny, and what do you mean I ruined it?” I ask him as gently as I can but starting to get pissed off that this is happening. This was meant to be a night out of fun, not this.

That’s when he charges straight for me. “I will teach you a lesson! I’m dead because of you, and if I die then you die with me!” he screams and I take a step back, confused at his outburst.

Did he just threaten to kill me? My mind is reeling.

A woman starts screaming at the top of her lungs and I realize it’s Elle. Ronny throws his arm back, pushing me against the bar, along with Elle, putting his body directly in front of us.

It’s like it happens in slow motion, like a train wreck that cannot be stopped. My eyes widen, my heart in my throat, when Ronny brings his arm back, throwing it forward hard and punching Elliot square on the temple. Elliot drops like a ton of bricks, his head hitting the floor again, but this time he doesn’t wake up. The power of Ronny’s punch was insane.

Holy shit.

That’s when all hell breaks loose and men come out of nowhere dressed like they’re a part of a gang or something like that. They are wearing the clique clothes right down to the huge white t-shirts, baggy jeans, and red bandanas wrapped around their biceps.

I didn’t even know there were gangs in this town.

They charge toward us, pissed off and looking like they’re out for murder. That look is pointed at all of us, but mostly at me, like I did something wrong.

All of the girls are pushed toward me, our backs pressed against the bar. The men from the gang don’t even stop, just running straight for us and stepping all over Elliot who hasn’t moved to protect himself.

Tiffany takes my hand, dragging me out of the way of a random fist flying toward me. Ronny roars, lifting the man off the ground and slamming him face down onto the floor.

The partygoers are screaming and try to rush out of the building to get away from the attack.

“What the fuck is this about?” Christopher knocks one of the guys back.

Tiffany is beside me, holding on to her phone that is pressed to her ear. “Dad, we are getting attacked at the club we are at.”

Oh shit, she is calling in reinforcements.

My whole body feels like it’s a live wire; the newcomers are trying to get to us while our men are pushing them back and fighting.

Ronny grabs one of the men by his face, stopping him from slipping past, and stomps on his leg. His knee crushes to the side, completely shattering his leg, and he falls to the ground, screaming at the top of his lungs.

The club is starting to thin out now, mostly just us and the gang members and we still don’t understand why they are here but obviously they know Elliot.

The mountain man has Tiana over his shoulder, carrying her away from the few men that are still standing, and brings her to us. “Keep this one from trying to kill herself.” She waves a knife at him like she is going to cut him.

He grins at her like she is cute and not Butcher’s fucking daughter. She has been wielding knives for as long as I have known her.

Her mom is known for her insane shooting skills—Tiana has inherited skills from both her parents. I reach out to grab Elle when she is shoved back by Carter, who throws back one of the men, causing him to slide across the floor.

Not paying attention to my surroundings, a hand wraps around my ankle. I gasp in shock and before I can break free from their grasp, I’m pulled hard and my back slams against the bartop, causing me to cry out in pain.

Ronny spins around to check on me, but I’m looking for the person who has ahold of my ankle, trying to drag me toward them.

It’s Elliot and his face is completely messed up from both Ronny’s fists and being stomped on by people.

“You dare fucking touch her?” Ronny screams. His body seems like it grows with his anger and I flinch at the rage he has for me.

Elliot tightens his hand on my ankle and Ronny lifts his foot, stomping as hard as he can on Elliot’s forearm.

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