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“What happened?” Remi asked, stepping closer.

Ella barely registered the question, still scanning the hallway. “It washer,” she seethed. “Janelle.”

Kade’s expression darkened instantly. “What?”

“She—she pushed me in here. Locked me in.”

Remigasped, her hands flying over her mouth. “That bitch.”

But Ella was done talking.

Without another word, shestormedforward, ignoring the sharp pain in her ankle.

“Ella, wait—your foot—” Kade started, but she didn’t stop.

Nothing could stop her.

She charged toward the front of the clubhouse, furypoundingthrough her veins. She could hearKing shouting from outside when she reached the exit.

A crowd had gathered, whispers buzzing, Daddies standing in a protective semi-circle while Littles peered around them curiously.

And there she was.

Janelle.

Ella sawred.

That bitch wasdead.

Before anyone could stop her, shelunged.

Janelle barely had time to turn before Ellatackledher.

“You stupid, conniving bitch!” Ella screamed as she grabbed the woman by the hair.

Janelleshrieked, stumbling back as Ellaattacked, fists flying.

“I don’t care howprettyyou think you are. Youdo notmess with a New York girl, and you especially don’t mess with my man!”

The Littles cheered.

“Get her, Ella!” Remi shrieked.

“Rip her hair out!” Ivy added.

“Bite her!” Carlee screamed. “Actually, don’t, she probably has rabies.”

Janelle shrieked like a dying cat, flailing her arms as shefake-cried. “Someone get her off me!”

Strong arms suddenly wrapped around Ella’s waist, lifting her clean off the ground.

Ellakickedwildly as King pulled her back against his chest. “Let me go! I’m not done kicking her ass,” she snarled, her entire bodyvibratingwith rage.

Kingheld firm, murmuring low against her ear, “I’vegotyou, baby, I’ve got you. She’snotworth it.”

Janelle collapsed onto the ground in adramaticheap, clutching her face. “She attacked me,” she screeched, fake tears spilling down her cheeks. “I wasjusttalking to King?—”

“Cut the bullshit, Janelle,” Steele growled.

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