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“Hawthorne Females.” Davies appeared smug.
Grey paled and decided he felt ill. “Not a chance,” he said.
“Nope, we all have to wrestle their crazy asses. Welcome to the job!” Dylan crowed.
“Ain’t going alone,” Grey stated, narrowing his eyes. He folded his arms to emphasise his words.
The door to the stairs slammed shut amidst more denials.
“Those fuckers,” Davies muttered as Grey craned his neck and saw Arturo, Nick, and London had disappeared.
“Get Dana to lock the main doors,” Dylan ordered, but Davies was already dialling. “Seems like you’ve a team accompanying you. Take an SUV each. Lord knows how many are involved—or what they’re up to.”
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Grey shook his head as Arturo wrestled his eldest sister, Imelda, into the SUV just as the oldest triplet, Justine, slid out the other side and straight into London.
He snorted as Justine batted her eyelashes, and London picked her up, activated the child locks, and shoved her back in the car.
“Get your damn hands off me. I’m going to rip those skanky extensions from her head,” Marissa Hawthorne, Dylan’s sister, spat.
Grey glanced over and noticed Nick sling Marissa over his shoulder and cart her away to another SUV. Grey saw a sudden movement, and he shot forward as Sweet Sophia lunged at the group of girls the Hawthorne Females had been scraping with. He caught her around the waist, and Sweet Sophia went limp in his arms. Yeah, he didn’t trust that.
A screech from the group of bitches the Hawthorne Females had been fighting with dragged his attention back to them.
They’d missed two fucking women. Carla and Teresa Hawthorne both had hold of one woman each.
Arturo cursed as his cousins clearly were getting ready to throw down.
Carla grabbed the blonde woman, who’d been the mouthiest, by her extensions and shook her head from side to side. Another woman came at Carla, who sensed her coming and threw a backwards elbow, connecting with her nose.
“You get that skanky bitch, cuz!” Marissa shrieked as Nick shoved her into the closest SUV. He slammed the door on her, but it didn’t dim Marissa’s enthusiasm for her cousins.
Teresa tackled a brunette to the ground and was on top, slamming her fist into her face. Grey quickly weighed up the danger, let go of Sweet Sophia, and grabbed Teresa, talking an elbow to his cheek.
“Think you can flirt with my brother, you dirty whore!” Teresa was ranting as Grey gripped her around the waist and hauled her off.
“Watch out!” London yelled, slid over the front of the car, and made to grab Sweet Sophia.
Sweet Sophia raced for the woman on the ground and kicked her in the ribs.
London snatched her, which left Carla free to do damage.
Out of the eight women that had been arguing with the Hawthorne Females, most had backed off, afraid of getting harmed. Grey did not blame them. The Hawthorne Females didn’t slap and scratch; no, they used full-on punches and kicks.
“Damn our father’s for teaching them to fight,” Arturo grunted as he aimed for Carla, who was now ripping the extensions out of the blonde’s head, yelling as she did.
“I hate your fathers,” Nick said, rounding Sweet Sophia, who was pouring a coffee over the brunette curled into a ball.
Where the fuck she obtain that? Grey wondered as he took a kick to the knees as Teresa battled him.
“I’ll fuckin’ castrate you!” Teresa spat at the brunette.
“Can you castrate a woman?” Grey asked as he dragged the spitting hellcat backwards.
“Wanna find out? I’ll do you first!” Teresa snapped.
He yanked a door open and pushed Teresa in, but Justine and Imelda lunged at the open door, and Grey had a struggle to keep the three women inside.
