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“Why the fuck did she get sick?” Tristan asks, his arm around Lynn’s shoulder.

Everyone is thoroughly enjoying my pain and suffering right now. Charles gives his hand another pull trying to break it loose from Walker.

Charles doesn’t speak of what happened, he glares at me. “What the fuck have you been telling them, Summer?” he yells at me.

My eyes widen at his tone, not expecting that. Walker grabs him hard by his face. “You don’t speak to her that way, fucker.”

Lynn takes ahold of my hand comforting me. “I can speak to her anyway I want; she’ s a freak. I kissed her, trying to be nice and she fucking puked everywhere.”

He is still trying to embarrass me. He wouldn’t stop kissing me, so I got sick. It worked getting him off me.

Darren is pissed. “I think we need to go have a talk outside with Mr. Charles here.”

Walker practically drags Charles outside with some of the guys following them. “What just happened?” I ask the girls looking at the door they just went out of.

Shaylin rubs my shoulder. “Darlin, those are men who are pussy whipped.”

I laugh out loud. “Girl you are crazy,” I joke to her and she looks over at Butcher. “Fucking pussy whipped for my Shay,” he says in his gruff voice, kissing her in front of everyone.

I take a long drink of my beer because I think I’m going to need this.

I wait anxiously for the door to open. I almost fall out of my seat when they all walk in with Charles as they drag him over to me. “Go on, Charles.” Darren smacks his back a little too hard.

“I’m sorry I disrespected you Summer and if I ever look at you again, I will spoon out my own eyes.”

I gape at the last part, Walker and Darren on the other hand look thoroughly pleased with themselves. Charles has a busted lip, a bloody nose, and I can see a small bruise forming on his cheek.

“Do you accept my apology?” Charles urges.

“I do, Charles,” I tell him, trying not to laugh at his terrified expression.

Darren pats him on the back of his head. “See Charles, I knew we could work this out.”

Charles turns around and practically runs out of the bar, looking back every few steps to see if he is being followed.

I burst out laughing at the craziness of this all. “You guys are insane,” I joke. Walker and Darren crowd me in my chair kissing me fully, deeply. “You are ours, insane is not the word for it,” Walker whispers in my ear.

Darren pulls a chair next to me and plops down, with Walker pulling up the other side next to me.

“I like your crazy,” Shaylin tells them, leaning her head back against Butcher’s shoulder.

Walker grins at her. “I’ve liked yours since you were a toddler, little lady.” He rubs her hand and Butcher pulls her hand back away from Walker casually.

I laugh at Walker’s expression; he looks shocked at Butcher’s reaction. Shaylin thinks it’s hilarious. “Don’t you just love overprotective men?”

Oh, how I so do.

We stay until early in the morning, all of us playing pool and having a great time. I’m on the back of Walker’s bike, wrapped around him, cold from the night air.

I close my eyes resting my head on his back, I will never get over the feel of both.

It’s such a simple thing, but they make me feel so safe. Even Darren who is riding beside us, the way he looks over and checks on me.

We stop at a red light; I reach over and take his hand in my gloved one. He kisses the back of it. “I love you,” I mouth to him.

He smiles, showing me those beautiful dimples. The light turns green, and Walker turns off into a twenty-four-hour diner.

I could kill for some breakfast right about now.

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