Page 78 of Twisted Games (Boys of Briar Hall 3)

She bent over her knees, almost gagging from the exertion, her head tipping slightly to one side to see the evidence of what she’d done. Alpha, lying bloody and broken, but still alive, in a puddle of her own blood.

Two of our men rushed in to tend to Alpha, fixing her with a neck brace, pouring cold water over her bruises and cuts before pressing bags of ice there instead. One shone a flashlight into her eyes.

Pinkie entered the ring, snatching up Ava Jade’s arm to drag her nearer to the fallen Alpha. Alpha, who was trying to say something to the Saints helping her, and a moment later was helped to stand, her gaze distant, the whites of her left eye filled with blood.

“And the winner by knockout is…AVA JADE MASON!”

Pinkie lifted her arm, and she lifted her chin in turn, looking out over the faces in the club.

Alpha stumbled closer to my Ghost, and I stepped up, ready to cut her down if she tried anything, but she extended a shaky hand to Ava Jade.

She took it, swallowing past a lump in her throat.

“You’re a fucking animal,” Alpha slurred.

“It was a good match,” Ava Jade replied, her gaze catching on someone behind me. I spun to find Diesel just outside the cage, clapping for her. His grin wide.

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