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“I say a hundred bucks on Prez’s old lady.”
“You're on. Make that two hundred that she knocks her out in less than a minute.”
Whispers from my club brothers reach my ears as everyone watches with belated breath and exchanges money with bets. Not one of them puts money down, withTillie losing. That makes my chest puff up with pride for my little bitch.
“Oh, please. As if Dalton would ever lower his standards for a skank like you. He needs a real woman, sweetie, and that isn’t you.” Brittany? Monica? Says with an ignorant smirk while looking Tillie up and down like she’s lacking.
“After she’s done with you, don’t come back. You are no longer welcome at Hell’s Devils,” I say calmly, trying not to chuckle as the sweetbutt gapes up at me in shock and finally lets me go to screech in outrage as she sets her eyes on Tillie.
“You bitch!” Lucy? Shella? Whatever her name is, she screams at Tillie and lunges towards her with fingers curled like claws.
I step back next to Logan, folding my arms as I watch our girl stand still until the last minute. She moves to the side with her leg kicked out to trip the sweetbutt and avoids getting sharp nails gouged into her face. I smirk as Tillie reaches out and grabs a chunk of blonde hair, tugging hard as the sweetbutt goes flying past her. Hoots and hollers rack up the night air as Tillie flings the other woman’s head back and literally starts to slap the crap out of her without any emotion.
“She seems tense. What happened?” I comment to Logan, noticing Tillie not letting up, even as the sweetbutt starts to cry.
“Franco is dealt with. Everything went according to plan, but something came up at the last second that none of us saw coming.” Logan’s voice is strained, like he’s in physical pain.
I tear my gaze away just as Tillie starts lecturing the sweetbutt in a stoic voice, opposite how she’s bitch slapping the woman around.
“Whatever happened to girl code? I don’t fucking understand why you think it’s okay to go after a man who’s obviously not interested and taken.”
I look at Logan’s worried face, peaking around him to see Dom watching Tillie's every move with furrowed brows.
“What came up?” I ask, my body going tense as I turn my head when the slapping sounds start turning into crunches of something breaking.
“Cruz has Rig and sent Tillie a gift,” Logan's voice comes out strained, tension seeping through his tone and anger.
“Okay, this isn’t going to help,” I announce and walk into the circle to pull Tillie off the sweetbutt as she starts to swing her arms, fists connecting over and over until the woman under her is sobbing. “That’s enough, Tillie.”
“Who’s the bitch now? Huh?” Tillie yells, kicking her legs as I carry her away with my arm around her waist.
“Damn, killer. Those are some fighting words. Who are we murdering?” Tey appears at my side with a skip in his step as I head towards the club side door.
“Not now, Tey. I’m calling a church meeting with just us,” I say loud enough for my club brothers to hear so they know not to disturb us, just as I swing the door open with Tey right behind me.
Logan, Dom, and Nicky follow second behind us with hissed whispers being exchanged, except I block them out as Tillie keeps struggling in my grip.
“Put me down, Dalton! I’m not done!” she yells again, gripping my forearm until I can feel the imprint of her nails breaking my skin.
I don’t say anything as Tey runs ahead and opens the meeting room with a pained expression. He stares at Tillie when we walk by him. I get it. If our girl is hurting, we are all hurting. Logan must have given them the shortenedversion like he did with me about what happened at Franco’s.
Not giving her a chance to run, I stride to the head of the table and collapse in the chair with her breathing hard in my arms and her long locks of her hair blocking our view of her face from us.
“Take some deep breaths, pet. Watch me; breathe with me.” Nicky crouches down next to my chair and gently sweeps her hair out of the way as we see her chest move too fast with each choked inhale.
She’s on the verge of a panic attack.
Leaning my head around her shoulder so I can see her face, my breath halts in my chest as I see silent tears cascade down her cheeks. She stares at Nicky, watching his chest move up and down as he takes deep breaths until her exhales are less shaky.
“Talk to us, Tillie. Please,” Tey pleads with his fists gripping the chair in front of him, his own eyes watering as he watches our girl stare silently up at him across the table.
“I’ve had so much taken from me. I keep telling myself I’ll be stronger, that I won’t cr-cry anymore. But how much can a person take? How much pain? I don’t know if I can do this,” she rasps, her voice quiet and defeated, making my chest ache.
“You don’t see it, do you?” Dom asks, his tone low, as he leans against the table on my other side to look down at Tillie.
“See what?” she asks, looking upside down at him, confused.
“What an incredible woman you are,” Logan speaks up, his voice hard and angry but coming from a good place.
