Page 128 of Cruel Elite (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 3)

We spin around, and the Hell Princes are on us again.

Tank’s joy is unmatched.

“Three for one. My lucky day.”

“Is that what you’d call the day I kill you?” Caleb asks. “I’d call itmylucky day, but I’d call it your funeral.”

Tank spits in our direction. “You Golden Boys are a little too cocky for your own good. I, for one, don’t think you are so tough without your guns. What do you think?”

I look at Caleb and J.C., hoping beyond hope they’ve brought something more than just their fists with them.

No such luck.

J.C. shrugs. “We were both having sex when Penny came to get us, so you’re lucky we’re here at all.”

Penny came to get them.

I have bigger things to worry about right now, but I still cling to those words.

She went for help.

She tried to save me.

No matter what happens, that counts for something. She cared enough to not let me be beaten to death, and I’m grateful.

Except now we all three might be in deep shit.

Tank circles a finger in the air. “Let’s grab them all, boys.”

The Hell Princes circle around us.

Just like that, the fight is on.

Caleb is the fighter, so he takes the lead, going for the biggest attackers, but J.C. and I can hold our own.

Correction: we can hold our own better on days we haven’t been drinking since dawn.

Caleb knocks one guy out, but more are on him in a second.

J.C. and I rush from behind to try and help, but we’re blocked by two more Hell Princes.

J.C. launches himself at them both, going for their middle, but no sooner does he knock the guy down than another grabs him and pins him to the ground.

They kick him in the ribs.

I yell for my friend and try to fight my way to him, but there are simply too many bikers.

Eight on three is hardly a fair fight, especially when I’ve already taken more than my fair share of the punches.

All it takes is one swift kick to my knee and a second jab to my knees to knock me to the ground.

The dirt is cold against my cheek. I try to see where my friends are, but there’s too much movement.

I think J.C. is on the ground next to me, but a Hell Prince is in my way. Caleb is still on his feet from what I can tell, but he’s surrounded.

It hits me all of the sudden that I can’t remember a time when we all fought together and lost.

Every time we joined together as a group, we won.

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