Page 110 of They Break Beauty

He was wearing one of his hooded leather jackets, the kind he used when he went out street fighting, along with a pair of black tactical pants this time, his collapsible bo-staff holstered at his right hip, along with a couple of blades secured to the legs of his pants. And all of it was splattered in blood. Especially the bo-staff that was slick all the way down.

Mason shot to his feet and rounded the coffee table, his gaze anxiously traveling up and down Lev.

“You like?” Lev asked, caustically as he caught him looking, getting off on his reaction.

“What the fuck have you done?”

Lev cocked his head to the side. “You don’t remember?”

“Remember what?” Mason gritted out.

“My warning, of course. ‘You strike at her and I’ll annihilate every single fucker on this list. Mark my fucking words. Don’t test me.’” He slapped his hand to his heart. “My bad, you really don’t recall, Killjoy?”

Shit.

“Lev, let’s just—” I started, moving to intervene before Mason blew his top and things imploded.

But Mason shot past me and then he was slamming his hand into Lev’s chest, using all that powerhouse muscle at his disposal and shock factor to run him into the wall beside the door.

Lev jarred against it painfully and Mason didn’t make it easy for him to recover, keeping one hand bearing down on his chest and the other wrapping around his throat.

I shook my head in dismay as Lev choked out a wild, unhinged laugh. “That’s it, Scourge, break for me.” He wheezed, but kept pushing forward, as his maniacal laughter sounded again. “Like your fucking soldiers just did for me.”

“What?” Mason seethed, shaking him violently.

“Get on your fucking knees, baby. Beg for my forgiveness. Suck my fucking cock for my troubles.” Lev reacted in the lightning-fast and skillful way he was known for and dislodged Mason’s grip in two brutal moves, then slammed his boot into his gut, knocking him back with a push kick. “Choke on it!” he roared.

Lev’s insanely quick moves bit Mason in the ass again, as Levi kneed him in the gut, then used Mason hunching over in response to yank on his shoulders, forcing him to his knees.

Then he fisted his hand in his thick, caramel-brown hair and used the hold to grind Mason’s face into his pants, angrily rolling his hips in the process. “Is that what you need to calm the fuck down with Hex? A good cock?” Lev growled. “Too much fucking denial for you!” Blood from Lev’s pants smeared Mason’s face in moments and as Mason struggled, Lev abruptly released him, shoving him away.

“You little fucking bitch,” Mason gritted out as he pushed back to his feet.

He went for him, but I was there in the next second, holding him back with a steady palm to his chest, doing the same to Lev too.

Mason was basically frothing at the mouth while Lev’s black gaze was boring into him.

“You want to hurt each other more and you’ll have to go through me, you’ll have to hurt me.”

I saw a crack in Lev first, light filtering back into his eyes.

And then he took a step back and held up his hand—not at Mason, at me. “You’re not getting hurt, brother.”

Mason cursed, then eased off too, stepping back and folding his arms across his chest.

I didn’t move, though, still standing between them as an effective barrier. I knew better than that.

Lev took my hand and pressed a kiss to my knuckles. “Sorry you were here to see that.”

Before I could respond, Mason demanded of him, “What did you do?”

“Paid a visit to your lovely little farmhouse. Put a dent in your resources.”

“Lev, the blood,” I choked, looking him over again.

“Don’t worry, cupcake, they’re all still breathing. Although, I’m sure when they wake up, they’ll wish they weren’t for a few weeks.”

“Fuck,” Mason ground out, scrubbing his hand over his jaw that was stained with blood after what Lev had done.

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