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“Redfangs wanted omegas groomed. I just—”

My punch cracks her nose.

She lets out a bloody wail.

“Bitch!” Renee explodes like a cornered rat. She lands a slap that rings my ears, then tries to ring her hands around my throat.

I kick and flip, landing so I’m on top, pinning her under my weight.

Groomed for the gangs.

Makes so much sense.

I’d ask her why she went after Jett, but there’s no answer worth hearing. Doesn’t matter.

I just want her to pay.

I let her up.

Screeching, Renee flies at me.

She lands a few crazy hits, mostly slaps, but I shove her off again and again.

Kick and punch.

Kick and punch.

My knuckles burn and her blood mixes with the sweat on my forehead.

I’m panting when I slam her back against the cage. The metal rattles and blood trickles from her lips. Her eyes glaze, and I finally let her fall.

“If they don’t kill you, I will.”

Renee’s lashes flutter, and she passes out, otherwise I’d keep kicking.

I’m deciding if I should keep a piece as a trophy—maybe pop off an acrylic nail—when Atlas scoops me away.

He sits me in the corner of the ring, and the five of them crowd so close, they’re all I can see.

Atlas moves behind me, protecting my back while Orion wipes the blood from my face with his sleeve. Finn licks my stinging knuckles in soothing tongue strokes.

Hunter keeps trying to tug him away. “Need to bandage those.”

And Jett.

He kneels between my thighs, face in my lap, arms around my waist like he’s never letting go.

I tug my hands free so I can stroke his hair.

He mumbles something incoherent into my skin in ticklish breaths that feather my thighs.

“Did you see?”

Jett doesn’t answer, but his grip tightens around my stomach.

As the guys shift, fussing over me, I catch glimpses of the dads directing agents to haul Renee away.

Feels like I should get in trouble?

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