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"We're going!" Cody insisted.

And for the first time in my life, I walked away from a fight I knew I could've won, because this woman was definitely worth it.

Chapter47

"Because it soundsto me like you got fucked all weekend."

Those words fell out of Ty's mouth, and I moved to put myself between him and Cody. I wasn't fast enough, though, because J.D. was already swinging. I watched as Ty's head snapped to the side, and the big guy staggered a step before rushing in to shove J.D. back

Yeah, but J.D. didn't care. One glance was enough to make it clear that man had just shut off his niceness and turned on the asshole. His expression had gone cold. His eyes were even darker than normal. All his beautifully sharp edges were now on display, and Ty didn't seem to care that he'd just woken up a monster.

"I will kill you!" J.D. bellowed at him. "No one talks about her like that. No one, you fucking hear me!"

"Cody, stop him!" I begged.

Because she was the only one who had a chance. I'd been on this wild ride of a PBR tour long enough to know that when J.D. got like this, there were only two outcomes. He won or he put someone in the hospital. And maybe a fifteen grand fine for fighting didn't even make J.D. bat an eye, but I was pretty sure that neither Cody nor I could afford it. Never mind the bloodshed!

J.D. swung again, and this time his hit was aimed a whole lot better. Knuckles cracked against Ty's temple. It was the kind of hit that would knock a lesser man out cold, but Ty just dropped down to a knee. The one thing he didn't do was swing back. He didn't even make another lunge. He just took it.

Cody caught J.D.'s hand and tugged. I couldn't hear what she said, but it seemed to be the right thing. Just like that, the most terrifying man in the PBR turned into a damned lap dog, letting her lead him out of the bar, but others were pushing in.

Austin was to my right. Emilio had vanished. Gustavo had placed himself in front of Ty's latest piece of ass. Then, like they were reading my mind, my crew moved in to flank me. Isaac was on my left. Jorge put himself on my right. When Ty snarled and turned his anger on me, I knew we could clean this shit up.

Ty shoved to his feet, both hands hitting my shoulders. From the sides, bull riders pressed in. I wasn't sure if they intended to break this up or make it worse. I also didn't care. My crew had them, which meant Ty got my full attention, and I was done fucking around.

"You want a fight?" I asked him. "Really?"

"Fucking acting like you don't know what I mean!" Ty growled before shoving at me again.

So I grabbed his arm, twisted, and pushed. He tried to push back, but compared to a bull, he wasn't shit. Shoving a hand into the middle of his back, I forced his face forward, refusing to stop moving until his cheek slammed down on the table, right between a few of the scattered glasses and tipped-over beer bottles. Then I leaned in, holding him there.

"That's it!" I called out. "Fight's over."

"Go back to your drinks or your dancing," Jorge ordered.

"Last thing we want is to get the PBR thrown out," Isaac added. "Shit's done. We're cool."

"Fuck," someone grumbled. "That wasn't even a real fight."

A few others murmured their own agreement, but it seemed the staff was too busy with the overall crowd tonight to have noticed a little scuffling over in the corner. I was going to call this a win, except for the fact that I had a pissed-off cowboy pressed down on a table, and I wasn't sure how bad he'd blow when I decided to finally let him go.

"Dumb-ass call, Ty," I grumbled.

He nodded under my grip. "Yeah. Fuck. I know."

"And?" I insisted.

"Did you shits even hear what I said?"

"That she got fucked all weekend. Slut-shaming her, really?" I snapped.

He turned his eyes so he could see me. "She got fucked, Tanner! Not by me. Not you. I was talking about her fucking scores!"

"Oh."

Then he pushed, but I just leaned a little harder, making it clear he wasn't going anywhere unless I wanted to let him. Ty growled in frustration, and his second attempt was half-hearted. Then he gave up.

So I leaned in. "She came here tonight to talk to you, and you fucking blew it. I hope this new girl is all you wanted, because your chances with Cody? Gone."

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