Page 61 of Manic

Meghan's lips curl into a cold smile. "Because of this."

In a flash, Meghan's hand shoots out, grabbing a fistful of Lexi's hair.

With a strength that surprises even me, she slams Lexi's head into the ground.

The sound echoes through the clubhouse, drawing attention from everyone around us.

I watch, a mix of shock and admiration coursing through me, as Meghan straddles Lexi, raining down punch after punch.

Her fists connect with satisfying thuds, and I can see the fury in her eyes, the primal need to protect what's hers.

"Fuck," I mutter under my breath, torn between stepping in or letting Meghan finish what Lexi started.

My body thrums with an unexpected rush of desire.

Seeing Meghan like this, all fire and strength, it's doing things to me I didn't expect.

Lexi's face is a mess of smeared makeup and blood, but her sharp tongue hasn't dulled.

She spits blood and venom, her words slicing through the air. "Is that all you've got, you cheap whore? No wonder Tor needed real company while you were gone."

Meghan's fist connects with Lexi's jaw, the crack reverberating through the room. "Shut your fucking mouth," she snarls.

I clench my fists, resisting the urge to intervene.

This is Meghan's fight, and damn if she isn't holding her own.

Meghan leans in close, her voice low and menacing. "Listen up, you pathetic excuse for a club girl. You're gonna lay the fuck off all the ol’ men, or I swear I'll get every ol’ lady to take a round on your sorry ass."

Lexi's laugh is harsh and mocking.

She looks around the club, her eyes wild. "Who the fuck is this bitch to tell me this shit? I've been around for plenty long enough to establish my bearings, you dumb cunt."

I feel a surge of pride mixed with concern.

Meghan's holding her own, but Lexi's not backing down.

This could get uglier.

Suddenly, Charm appears, her face a mask of disgust.

She grabs Lexi by the hair, yanking her to her feet. "You're gonna sleep outside tonight, Lex. You wanna act like a spoiled brat, enjoy the fucking rain."

With a forceful shove, Charm sends Lexi stumbling.

She trips over her own feet, crashing to the floor in an ungraceful heap.

I can't help but smirk. "Looks like karma's a bitch, Lex," I mutter, wrapping an arm around Meghan's waist.

I can feel Meghan's body thrumming with adrenaline, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she catches her breath.

The sight of her like this—fierce, untamed, and utterly mine—sets my blood on fire.

Something primal stirs within me, a hunger that needs to be sated.

"You okay, babe?" I murmur, my lips brushing her ear.

She turns to me, her sage green eyes blazing. "Never better," she says, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

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