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“Laugh at her again, bitch,” America said.
“Hey,” he said, shrugging. His eyes were wild, his adrenaline pumping, ready for a fight. “It’s not my fault Travis’s wife has wanted to suck my dick since we met.”
“Don’t fall for it, Trav. He’s up to something,” Abby said. She rubbed the back of her shorts again.
“Are you okay?” I asked her.
She hesitated.
“Pidge?” I said the words firmer than I’d meant to.
“It’s going to leave a mark.”
I clenched my jaw, leaning my head to the side. “I have to.”
She looked at him, back to me, and then nodded. “Teach that asshole some manners.”
I lunged at Brandon, and from my peripheral, I could see my brothers backing everyone up to provide me a perfect circle to beat ass in.
My throws had as much power behind them as they did when I was attacking Benny’s goons.
Brandon was strong as fuck, but he was slower than Trenton, not a smart as Thomas, and couldn’t land a punch like the twins.
I railed on him, over and over. “Don’t you ever! Look! At my wife! Again!” I yelled, hitting him with each word.
When the blood began to flow, I still didn’t stop. After a solid fist to his jaw, Brandon flew up into the air, his feet above him, and then landed with a thud. The crowd reacted in a collective “OH!”
Brandon struggled to get back to his feet, and when he did, I held out my hands to my sides. “Still think you’re better, you arrogant fuck?”
Brandon swung, knocking me sideways. I grabbed my knees, feeling the sting of his knuckles on my jaw, the vibration of the impact still in my head.
“Travis?” Abby called from behind me.
I stood, breathing hard, holding up my index finger. “That’s your one.”
The crowd detonated, and I went in for the kill, connecting my fist with his face, my boot with his stomach, knocking him to the ground. I jumped on him then, putting everything I had into each blow.
“Enough, Travis,” Thomas yelled.
Seconds later, I was yanked up and away, but it wasn’t my family, it was campus police. My brothers were about to step in, but Thomas stopped them.
I wiped blood from my mouth, then spit crimson onto the ground, staring down at Brandon.
He slowly crawled to his feet, breathing hard, bleeding from his broken nose and busted mouth.
“Thank you,” he said, laughing. “I knew you wouldn’t let me down.”
The campus police cuffed us both as the crowd dispersed.
“Travis?” Abby said.
I winked at her. “It’s going to be okay. I’ll see you soon.”
She nodded as Trenton pulled her back and hugged her to his side. “We’ve got her. You just worry about you.”
I nodded, and then a cop shoved me forward, following Brandon and his escort to the parking lot.
They were at least smart enough to place us in separate cruisers, and the ride to the station was short. I half expected Thomas and Liis to be waiting for us, but they weren’t. Brandon and I were processed, and then put in neighboring holding cells.
