Page 73 of Fury
Alex shakes her head frantically.
"Get out of here," Greyson orders her. "Find another job. Another town. If you're still in Devil Souls territory by the end of the week, we'll consider it an invitation for a more private conversation."
She doesn't need to be told twice. Scrambling into her car, she peels out of the parking lot, tires squealing in her haste to escape.
Once she's gone, Greyson turns to me, his expression unreadable. "You should have come to me."
"This wasn't club business," I reply, standing my ground. "This was family business. Woman business."
"Xavier is under Zach's protection," he counters. "That makes it our priority."
"And Xavier is my friend," I shoot back. "That makes it my business."
We stare at each other, neither of us willing to back down. Finally, unexpectedly, Zach breaks the tension with a rough laugh.
"Jesus Christ, you women are terrifying," he says, shaking his head. "Remind me never to piss any of you off."
Greyson's mouth twitches, the first hint that his anger might be receding. "What exactly where you planning to do if we hadn't shown up?"
"Exactly what we did," Tiana replies, unapologetic. "Deliver a message she wouldn't forget."
"And if she'd called the cops?" Greyson presses.
"She wouldn't," Meadow says confidently. "Not after what she did to Xavier. She knows how it would look—her word against a respected doctor's, with her history of homophobic comments."
Greyson studies each of us in turn, his expression gradually shifting from anger to something that might be amusement, and I can see the respect.
Zach pulls out his phone, checking the time. "Xavier's waiting for me at his place. He can't know about this. Not yet."
"He won't hear it from us," Tiana promises. "As far as we're concerned, this never happened."
Zach hesitates, then pulls her into a rough hug. "Thank you," he murmurs against her hair. "For having his back."
"Always," she replies simply.
As we prepare to leave, Greyson catches my arm, pulling me close enough that only I can hear his next words.
"You're something else, you know that?" His voice is a mixture of exasperation and admiration. "Most women would have just reported her."
"I'm not most women," I remind him. "I'm a Bennett. And a Devil Soul ole lady."
His eyes darken at that, his grip tightening possessively. "Yes, you are. And God help anyone who forgets it."
When we arrive home, I can feel the tension radiating from Greyson's body as he kills the engine. His movements are deliberate, controlled, as he removes his helmet and helps me off the bike. But his eyes—his eyes tell a different story. The burn makes my breath catch.
"Inside." His voice is a low command that brooks no argument.
The moment the door closes behind us, he has me pressed against it, his body caging mine as he studies my face with fierce concentration.
"You went after her." His thumb brushes over my swollen knuckles. "You protected Xavier. Defended one of our own."
"Of course I did," I reply, confused. "He's family."
Something flashes in Greyson's eyes that sends heat pooling low in my belly. "Do you have any idea," he growls, his mouth hovering just above mine, "how fucking hot that is?"
Before I can respond, his lips crash against mine in a kiss that's all possession and hunger. His hands grip my hips, lifting me effortlessly as my legs wrap around his waist.
"My woman," he mutters against my neck, teeth grazing sensitive skin. "Fighting for what's right. Standing up for family."
