Page 8 of Start A War (Saint View Psychos)

I was sure all the color drained from my face. “That wouldn’t happen.”

He leaned down, getting in my face. “It would. And a whole lot worse. Those guys out there aren’t gentlemen. I toss ’em out if I see it happen, but I’m one person.”

“Rebel’s a woman, and she seems fine.”

“Rebel keeps a set of brass knuckles in her back pocket and has never hesitated to use them. You got a set tucked into your panties?”

I scowled at him.

“Didn’t think so.” He grabbed my arm again and towed me through the crowd, shooting death stares at any male who looked in my direction. He clearly had their respect because they all stepped out of the way.

The two bouncers nodded at Nash, and then we were outside once more. Nash stopped in front of my car and stared at it like it was an alien spacecraft.

“Oh, fuck me. This is yours, I suppose?”

“What?” I snapped, pulling my hand away from his sharply. “You don’t like BMWs?”

He didn’t answer my question. “Go home, Bliss. Just…go home. Don’t worry about your brother. I’ve had his back all these years. Today ain’t no different.”

With that, he left me at my car and strode to a beat-up black Jeep.

Anger coursed through me at the insinuation I hadn’t had Axel’s back. Like it was my fault we hadn’t seen each other in years.

Nash’s engine roared to life, and his headlights came on, shining directly into my eyes. “I go by Bethany-Melissa now, asshole!” I yelled as he drove past.

He didn’t answer.

“I like Bliss better,” one of the security guards spoke up.

I whirled around and glared at him.

The two of them burst into laughter.

I slid inside the car, well reminded why Saint View, and everyone in it, was the worst.

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