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My heart stopped as Drix and Kit stared each other down, as if they were both waiting for the other to make the first move. It didn’t take long because suddenly Hendrix roared like a crazed animal and rushed Kit.

I let out a cry.

“Watch your back,” Colt shouted along with warnings from the other Demons, but Kit didn’t need help. He bounced on the soles of his feet, waiting for Hendrix to almost reach him before spinning to one side. Drix in his drunken stupor lost his balance. As he fell, Kit grabbed the back of his collar, pulled his head up and landed a jab square on Drix’s nose so hard, I heard it crack.

I sighed as Hendrix’s nose exploded under the impact. Blood flew everywhere and he hit the floor with a loud thud.

Colt barked a laugh. “Fucker’s been askin’ for that since the second he walked into the clubhouse. At one point, he was so belligerent, I thought Prez would deck him. The only reason he didn’t was because Kai was there.” He shook his head. “You okay?”

I shrugged. “It’s not the first fight I’ve seen in here, Colt and it won’t be the last.”

He grinned. “True.”

Iceman and his friend, Pyro, who I’d met earlier, took hold of Hendrix’s arms and legs, and carried him through the crowd of people toward the main doors as Bowie bellowed, “Where’s the party gone? Let’s keep it movin’.”

The music started up again and everybody resumed dancing as happy shouts and whoops filled the air.

I tapped Colt’s shoulder until he turned toward me. “I better go check on Hendrix. Kit’s broken his nose for sure, but I want to check for concussion.”

Colt rolled his eyes. “He deserved everythin’ he got. Leave him.”

“I can’t,” I replied softly. “It’s not in me to turn a blind eye. I have to check. If anything happens it’s not just Hendrix I’d worry about, it’s Kit too. I know Drix played the fool but they’re still brothers.”

Colt folded his arms across his chest. “I said no.”

My brow furrowed with curiosity. “Why are you being like this?”

He cocked his head. “I’ve told ya. He deserved it.”

“I don’t dispute that,” I argued gently. “But how would you all feel if something happened to him?”

Colt shrugged nonchalantly.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of black as Atlas made his way toward the doors, probably to see what was going on with Drix. I turned to follow but was stopped by Colt grabbing my elbow.

“I said no,” he muttered angrily.

My mouth twisted as I studied him. “You can’t tell me what to do.”

His ocean-blues darkened. “Yeah, I fuckin’ can if you’re mine.”

“Colt.” I went to try and reason with him, but his eyes flashed furiously.

“I just want us to enjoy the party,” he seethed. “If you go out there now, you’ll get caught up. It’s not the first punch Hendrix has gotten, and with way he’s acting, it won’t be the last. I just want us to have a nice night without shit gettin’ in the way as per fuckin’ usual.”

“I think you’re being unreasonable,” I murmured. “This is my job.”

“You’re not on duty now,” Colt snapped.

I sighed.

He studied me for a moment before his shoulders slumped. “Tell you what, Freya. Do what you fuckin’ want. Go play doctor and leave me hangin’.” He turned and disappeared through the crowd toward the corridor leading to his office.

A part of me was desperate to follow. I got it. We’d both been looking forward to tonight because it gave us an excuse to dance and have fun with no raised eyebrows.

However, he needed to understand that I loved my work and sometimes it would have to take precedence, especially when I was doing my internship and residency programs. I’d be given shitty, long hours and called into the hospital at the drop of a hat, and it was something he’d have to deal with.

The doors flew open again and I turned to see what the commotion was about.

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