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“Best not let Hunter see you, or he’ll be pissed,” Pretty explained. “Stay back there and don’t say anything.”

I nodded, looking beyond them as the crowd roared again.

Hunter staggered back a step from where Wolf pulled his fist back from Hunter’s stomach. They both had labored breaths, but neither showed any signs of being punched in the face, which I was relieved about. They circled each other like huge predators, both bare-knuckled and covered in sweat.

Hunter ducked forward, striking two punches to Wolf’s chest, and Wolf responded with an elbow to his back. Hunter dropped to one knee before pushing back up to his feet and moving away.

Wolf stood with his back slightly bent, as if he wanted to stand tall, but his front was probably riddled black and blue. I winced as Hunter hit him in the gut again, trying to move back before Wolf could catch him. However, Wolf recovered quickly and returned the favor before Hunter could dodge out the way.

The two continued to throw punches back and forth, their mouths moving as they beat on each other, obviously working out their issues. The main issue was Wolf’s concealment of everything to do with me and the Hell’s Runners.

Hunter had thought Wolf had told him everything, but apparently, when Wolf had mentioned having a contact within the Hell’s Runners, he hadn’t included the fact that it was Hunter’s younger half-brother.

Hunter still didn’t talk about his half-brother, Chains, who I had briefly seen during my kidnapping and when I had caught him sneaking out of a meeting with Wolf at the cookout. Jax had told me that Hunter hadn’t taken meeting him well and had beaten him up badly before he had left. Evidently, Chains had tried to come to the clubhouse to explain, but Hunter wouldn’t have it, chasing him away. I figured a part of him was projecting that issue on Wolf.

Hunter raised his fist, and when I thought he was about to hit Wolf again, his president caught it, and the two wrapped an arm over each other’s shoulder. It was one of those quick man-hugs, and then they were apart in seconds, both wincing as they stepped back, staggering toward the crowd.

The fight was over.

I saw my opportunity, moving to give Hunter a piece of my mind. However, Jax quickly lifted me off my feet and made a mad dash back to the clubhouse, where he threw me inside.

The rest of the girls slipped back in after me, except Anna, who marched straight up to Wolf with her hands on her hips. I wanted to see the confrontation, but the door was slammed shut as the crowd began to disperse.

“What are you doing?” I turned to Jax, who breathed a sigh of relief.

“The only reason I let you stay was because you would have caused a fuss if I tried to drag you back in during the fight,” Jax explained. “If Hunter knew you were out there, he’d be pissed.”

“I don’t care. I want to see him,” I demanded, moving back toward the door, but Jax stepped in my way.

“Pretend you didn’t see it. Please? For me?” Jax looked down at me with his big puppy eyes that looked misplaced, considering he was about six feet tall. I was tempted to ignore him, but then he added, “If he finds out I let you out there, he won’t let me be his best man.”

“You sound like a girl.” I sighed, knowing Hunter and Jax were best friends, but jeez, Jax sounded like I was threatening to kill his puppy.

“Does that mean you won’t tell him?” he asked, his eyes brightening.

“Fine,” I grumbled, not looking at him.

As Jax went to hug me, I dodged out of his way as the door swung open. Hunter and Wolf staggered in with the crowd following in behind them.

Wolf headed straight to the bar with Anna on his tail, giving him an earful about something or the other, while Hunter came straight over to me.

He paused when he saw Jax with his arms still mid-swing and me out of reach. He frowned, and Jax quickly grabbed the closest girl he could find. It happened to be Kay, and she pinched his ribs so hard I heard him yelp before jumping back.

“You women are so cruel,” he whined, rubbing his ribs.

Pretty turned up at that point and hauled Jax off to the bar to console his hurt feelings as Hunter came over to me.

He bent down to give me a kiss, but winced halfway down.

“Come on; give a guy a hand?”

“I’m not happy,” I stated, not moving

Hunter sighed, followed by another wince. “I can see that.” He looked at my crossed arms and narrowed eyes. “Kiss me anyway.”

“No.”

“Mallory …” Hunter growled. “Kiss me now.”

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