Page 119 of Crew Princess
I finally looked around, feeling my eyebrows rise.
Jordan, Zellman—and they weren’t alone. I knew some of the Normal guys had come out to help, but so had four members of Channing’s crew. Moose—the big fucker who’d been sitting on me. Seeing my glare, he just grinned. Congo, Lincoln, and Chad, the big red-headed asshole. I scowled at all of them, but the only one who reacted was Lincoln.
His face impassive, he said, “Relax. You were psychotic. Chan said to contain you, so we contained you.”
“Fuck off.” That prick had been part of trying to squash me. I didn’t give a shit about the semantics of it. My chest still felt it had been deflated inside of me.
He grinned, just like fucking Moose.
But then there was another surprise, because behind our crowd was another one. They were standing toward the end of the lot, and I couldn’t think of a reason they’d be here unless they’d been part of setting Bren up.
Shoving to my feet, I felt my blood spiking again.
“Hey, hey!” Jordan was in front of me. His hand against my chest. Z was right next to him.
“What the fuck are they doing here?”
Zeke Allen and his jerkoffs were down there, their bitch girls next to them, and I didn’t give a shit if they weren’t looking ready to fight. I was ready. I was more than ready, and they were the perfect target—until Blaise stepped out from behind them, a whole different look than the last time on his face.
Then I knew. Iknew.
He fuckingknewtoo. He looked between me and Taz, seeming all sorts of twisted.
“No! Get the fuck out of here. No! You don’t get to come here, not now, not when my girl was taken from me tonight.”
“Shit,” said Jordan under his breath.
Zellman grunted. “I need a drink. I don’t care if it’s an adrenaline shot or straight Jack.”
Blaise kept looking at Taz, looking at me, still giving me that look.
I was seeing red all over again. I started to climb up over my brothers. I didn’t give a fuck. No way wasthatbrother going to get in, no fucking way in hell.
Jordan cursed, catching me as I leaped. Congo, Moose, Lincoln, and Chad all scrambled. Two of them ran around Jordan to catch me. The other two were coming up behind me. I glimpsed them from the corner of my eye, and then Moose reached up, grabbed my shirt, and yanked.
The material tore, but I was ready for him this time.
Launching up, kicking off from his massive chest, I jumped between Jordan and Zellman. Chad and Lincoln went to grab me, but I landed and shot off from the ground, ducking and dodging them. It was a desperate, last-ditch effort, because I was only going to get one shot at him, but it worked. Luck was fucking on my side, and then I charged my half-brother.
He just braced himself.
Zeke Allen shouted. Their group tensed in surprise, but I was already there. My hands found him, and I hauled Blaise around, slamming him into the vehicle beside them.
“You don’t fucking come near her! You got that?! I will end you if you try to hurt her. I swear!”
He wasn’t even trying to fight. He was barely paying me attention, his head turned, his eyes still on Taz.
“STOP LOOKING AT HER!”
That’s when people clued in. I heard a few gasps. More curses. Sudden silence fell over the crowd, only interrupted by the sound of tires pulling into the parking lot. A door opened. A second.
Then, “Cross?”
A door slammed shut. “Cross! Get your hands off him.”
A different voice, a feminine one, “Get off my son!”
They were running over, but all the while, he kept looking at Taz.
