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“Babe, do you want a pretzel?”

All eyes are on the pregnant girl approaching Jett, but when she turns and looks at Holden, the color drains from her cheeks.

“Sasha?”

I don’t know who the fuck Sasha is, but seeing her is clearly a surprise to Holden. His eyes drop to her very pregnant belly before he glares at Jett. They’re about to have words when CJ reminds me why we’re here. I don’t give a fuck about Jett or Sasha, turning back to glare at his bitch ass cousin.

“So, what’s it going to be? Are you going to do as I asked, or am I going to have to fucking make you?”

Again, CJ is all laughs, using the protection of his guys to make him feel like the big bad wolf. I don’t care how many of them there are, I’ll fight them all off if it means he removes that bullshit post about Billie. He made her look like a slut. And she’s nobody’s slut but mine and Christian’s.

“I ain’t removing shit. And as far as I’m concerned, I’ll be calling the redhead back tomorrow. She’s an easy lay from what I hear,” he adds with a laugh, slapping his buddy to his left.

Now he’s just trying to piss me off. It’s working. The vein in the side of my neck pulses as I fist my hands, ready to knock his front fucking teeth down his throat. And that’s exactly what happens when I lunge forward and connect my knuckles with his mouth. That one was for Christian. The rest is for me.

It’s a full out brawl in the bowling alley as Holden and I fight our way through these punks. Girls scream, and shit gets thrown out of the way. There have to be about twenty guys circling us right now, but neither of us back down. Holden’s a badass, punching and elbowing his way through one guy after another, while I take out the others.

But it’s short-lived when most of them flee like cockroaches when the cops pour into the bowling alley. Me and Holden hold strong, facing the cops with busted and bloody lips and fucked up eyebrows. I look down and see that my right hand looks like it’s been shoved into a meat grinder. That fucker is going to hurt for a few days, but it was worth it.

The cops do nothing at all when they step out of the way and Mrs. Fairfax—or whatever the fuck her name is—steps forward with a smirk on her lips. She goes to Holden first, eyeballing him like he’s a piece of cake. I still can’t believe he fucked her. I mean, she’s total MILF material, but like, dude… she was your girlfriend’s mom!

“Would you like to explain to me what’s going on here?” she asks, keeping her eyes on Holden only.

Holden shrugs. “Nothing really. We came to deliver a message, and they didn’t like what we had to say.”

I laugh, keeping my head high as I look around at all the cops keeping their distance. Mrs. Fairfax looks around before she grabs Holden’s jaw and forces him to look down at her. He’s stiff as a board, looking like he’s about to snap while she looks at him with desire.

“You’ve still got a smart mouth, kid. Maybe I can—”

“Holden?!”

I whip my gaze over and find Everlee shoving through the cops, coming straight for us. Ah, shit, this is going to be good. The way Everlee looks at Mrs. Fairfax is fucking epic. If looks could kill…

Mrs. Fairfax steps away from Holden, turning to Everlee. “This is a crime scene. You can’t be back here.”

“The hell I can’t,” Everlee growls as she holds Mrs. F’s glare. “When my husband is involved in something, then so am I.”

It’s like a jealous showdown and the claws are coming out. I lean against the high-top table and take it all in with a grin on my face. Holden looks annoyed, stepping up to the two as he takes Everlee by her elbow and pulls her back.

“There’s no crime scene. These punks jumped us. We were simply fighting back. Let’s get you home, pretty girl.”

The way Mrs. F’s glare intensifies when Holden uses Everlee’s pet name has me totally invested in this shit show. Anyone have any popcorn? This shit is about to get real. The wife and the mistress. Fuck, this is gold.

“You coming, Z?” he asks me.

“No, I’m not done questioning him. Take your wife and get the hell out of here, Holden,” Mrs. F snaps, clearly annoyed that Everlee showed up and ruined something for her. What the hell did she even think was going to happen? Holden is head over heels for his wife; no woman will ever hold a flame up to Everlee.

But I’m confused about why she wants to question me. Holden told her what had happened. I’d like to get out of here, preferably to head to Billie’s before heading back to Christian’s. Looks like that’s not happening either.

“Go on, man, I’m good here,” I tell him, only because I want to know what the hell Mrs. Fairfax wants with me. She’s got some secret shit going on with both Billie and Christian, so I’m hoping she’ll let me in on whatever the fuck that is.

Holden and Everlee leave, and I turn to the FBI agent who nearly destroyed an entire community. “So, what do you want from me?” I inquire with a smirk.

She looks me up and down, not seeming to have the same interested gleam she has for Holden and Christian. What? Am I not her type?

“Word on the street says you and Christian are dating Billie at the same time.”

I cock a brow at her. “Since when does an FBI agent give a fuck about something like that? You jealous or something?”

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