Page 122 of Time Out

“Fuck you,” the guy said. “I didn’t do shit, but if she’s your sister, she’s batshit crazy.”

Around us, phones were out, cameras already recording. If this guy antagonized Dawson further, it’d get attention for sure. As of now, he looked like a bull ready to rage.

“Carr. Pull him off.”

He stepped around me, grabbed Dawson from behind, wrapping his massive arms around Dawson, and yanked. The guy came with, slipping on his feet and his face slammed right into the corner of the wooden barstool.

“What the fuck!?” Another guy pulled him back, and blood gushed from the guy’s forehead. “You’re all fucking dead! All of you! What the hell is wrong with all of you? He didn’t do anything. That fucking cunt started it!”

“She’s not a goddamn cunt!” Dawson shouted, kicked his feet, and struggled in Carr’s hold.

The blood and the screaming had finally got the attention of security, and they stepped in between them.

“Fucking hell,” one of them muttered and brought his mouthpiece closer to him. “Call the cops. Maybe an ambulance.”

The security went to haul Dawson out of Carr’s hold, but he stopped them. “Let me,” Carr told them. “I’ve got him.”

Considering Carr was two times the size of any of the beefy security guards that showed, they allowed it, and soon, Carr was outside, in front of the glass windows. Dawson was still seething as Carr released him, and he was slammed chest first into the window. The guards surrounded him, and hot damn fucking shit.

This was going to be bad.

So very bad.

I turned to check on Maggie and caught sight of Crystal, still sitting on her stool, sipping a fresh drink. “What in the hell is wrong with you?”

“What?” That goddamn smirk appeared. “My brother loves me. He’d do anything for me.”

“That asshole was right. You are a fucking cunt.”

It was words I’d never said, could never imagine myself saying to a woman. Crystal was no woman.

She was a viper in Louis Vuitton clothing… paid for by one of my best friends now being questioned by police with an ambulance pulling up.

What a fucking mess of a night this was going to be.

“Get outside!” I grabbed Mason off Ruth. Out front was mayhem, absolute madness, and before I left the front of the bar, someone had yelled, “Hey, that’s Dawson Butler!”

It brought even more attention and shit shit shit. Coach was going to be pissed.

“What’s going on?”

At least the drama and madness hadn’t extended to the full bar yet. A miracle considering the bar wasn’t that large.

“Dawson’s outside, maybe getting arrested. Need you to go calm him down.” Half the team was already out there, and I needed to find Cole and Eden. They’d be able to help more than anyone.

“What is it?” Ruth yelled.

“Nothing to worry about, but I want to get you backstage, okay?”

I’d let the guys handle this. My job was to protect Maggie and Ruth.

“Davis.”

“Not now, Ruth. Yeets, you going?” He gave a sad look to Maggie and then winked at her.

“See you later, darlin’. Yeah, I’m outta here.”

“Come on, Ruth.”

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