Page 76 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

Clever man, don’t appreciate anyone else.

I searched for his shadow at the back again.

Oof!

Long legs tangled around mine and I went down like a sack of shit, Harriet Gregorian on top of me. The audience gasped, those sitting in the front seats shooting to their feet.

Nails clawed at my front, and then Harriet clambered off me.

As a woman with a bigger than usual chest, it was impossible not to feel the sudden freedom where the bra had cut in seconds ago.

Harriet smirked down at me, and I glanced at my chest.

The crowd gasped again, a horrified,excitedmurmur filling the tent.

“Oh my god! Are you okay?” Harriet whined, clutching either side of her face.

She wasn’t going to help me up?

I gave her the benefit of the doubt for a second that I’d walked intoher, but we were nearly over the stage edge on my side.

Bitch.

Sometimes the only way out of the mess was to wade further in. Fixing a smile on my face, I got to my feet. Gripping her shoulders, I air-kissed both her cheeks. Her smile dropped faster than her father’s income would in the next hour.

Turning to the crowd, I held the two ends of my bra closed at the front. Until I reached the end, that is.

The crowd’s shocked roar as I shimmied out of the bra was quite possibly the pinnacle of my life to date. Giving everyone a good look, I pivoted to walk back…

… Only to witness a petite woman with chestnut hair spear-tackle Harriet off the catwalk.

“Tommy?” I wrenched to a halt as Harriet screamed.

Harriet’s shrieks punctuated the chaos I’d created by flashing the crowd. Tommy was laying into her like a fucking cage fighter.

But Harriet Gregorian was larger than her by far.

She shoved Tommy back, and my eyes narrowed to slits. Forcing back the urge to launch into the fight and kick Harriet’s ass myself, I instead turned to look at her father.

He was already on his feet, but he tore his eyes from the fight when he felt my cool gaze.

I will ruin you, asshole.

And I absolutely would. The Gregorians really were trash. Maybe it was time to take them out.

He rounded the catwalk.

“Harriet.” His voice unfurled like a whip.

She froze, her fist positioned above Tommy’s face. She was on her feet in a second. Blood trickled from a cut on her cheek and her nose.

“Daddy?”

Oh, brother.

“Stop disgracing yourself,” Mr Gregorian snapped, striding to her. He hunched slightly as though that would make everyone forget this scene.

“But, Daddy, you saw her.” She glared down at Tommy. “You better get ready to lose everything you fucking own, bitch.”

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