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My world rocked on its axis.

“So imagine my disappointment when someone in this club tried to hurt Anna today,” Henrix bit out.

Silence fell over the room.

Blue eyes slashed toward Daisy. “Imagine my disgust when I discovered somebody whose job here is to take care of us all, fed my pregnant ol’ lady shit that they knew would fuck with her, shit that made her sick. Shit that made us worry there was somethin’ wrong with the baby.” His mouth twisted into a snarl, and his voice lowered to a growl. “Who fuckin’ does that? What type of nasty gash fucks with a pregnant woman?” His hand came up to punch his chest, and his voice rose as he bellowed, “My pregnant woman?”

Shouts of agreement and loud growls went up while Daisy hung her head.

“Oh myGawd,” Tristan whispered. “This is fuckingawesome.”

My hand clutched his leg under the table, and I squeezed, watching the scene unfold with bated breath, and my heart sprinting inside my chest.

Hendrix folded his arms across his hard, muscular chest, and his biceps flexed, his eyes fixed on Daisy. “You’ve left me no choice but to expel you from this club. Your shit’s packed and waiting for you in reception. Your position here’s been officially revoked. Any man seen or known to help or even fucking converse with you will forfeit his place in the club, and any club girl who’s seen doin’ the same will be kicked out, too.” He leaned toward her, getting in her face. “You got somethin’ to say to me?”

“Yeah,” she whispered, her eyes welling with tears.

Hendrix cocked his head.

Daisy’s eyes lifted to his, and my breath caught when I saw the defiance burning inside them.

“Fuck you, asshole,” she spat.

Shouts of protest went up, and the men began to bay for Daisy’s blood.

“Eek!”Tristan whispered, giving me big eyes amongst the ruckus.

Hendrix nodded toward Colt. “Do it,” he ordered.

Colt, who by then had moved toward the spot where the officers stood watching, pulled his phone from his pocket and began to tap.

“You just ceased to exist, bitch,” Hendrix rasped.

“You can’t do that!” Daisy shrieked.

“Just did,” he retorted. “Now, you gonna summon what little pride you’ve got left and walk outta here under your own steam? Or does Blade have to kick your ass down the street?”

Daisy’s face flushed red, and her hands clenched into fists as she leaned toward Drix.“Fuck you and your slut!”she screamed.

“Bitch!”Tristan spat quietly.

“Veep,” Hendrix called out. “Throw her skank ass outta here.”

A roar went up and I watched with my mouth hanging open while the massive VP stalked toward Daisy and grasped her elbow roughly.

“Ding dong, the witch is dead,” Cece muttered.

Carina let out a quiet snort.

“Let me go!”Daisy shrieked, trying to pull her arm from Blade’s hold, but it was futile. The VP was way too strong for her to get away. Instead, he started dragging her toward reception.

“Oh my God,” Carina crowed. “I need to record this.” She stood and checked her pockets. “Shit, I left my cell at the cottage.”

Ciara thrust a hand in the air, holding a phone. “It’s okay! I’ve got mine.”

Freya burst out laughing, getting up from her seat to join the noisy crowd of people following Blade and Daisy, Hendrix, and the rest of the officers toward the hotel entrance.

“Come on, Banana,” Tristan crowed, helping me up and sliding his arm through mine. “We don’t wanna miss the show.”

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