Page 32 of Crush's Fall

“I’m not letting you fucking go,” Dragon growled in her ear.

“I wasn’t fucking done!”

“You made your point, Love,” Dragon replied with pride in his voice.

Then her ass was on the bar and Dragon was in her face. His eyes scanned her body, settling on her right hand. His brows drew together, and a growl came out of him when he saw split knuckles and blood.

“Fuck,” Kisy spat out.

“Yeah. Fuck.” Dragon gently lifted her hand so he could look at it better. “I don’t think you broke anything.”

“Good.” Then she hissed in pain.

Dragon scowled at her hand. “Ice! First aid kit!” His barked order was immediately answered. The prospect set a baggie of ice and a large white box on the bar next to Kisy’s hip.

As Dragon cleaned up Kisy’s hand, Crush called Siren over to take a look at Pumps’s face. He told her Pumps’s nose was broken right before he put his hands to her face, did some jerky movements, and Pumps hissed.

“Should heal just fine.”

“Go clean yourself up,” Crush ordered. “Then you and I need to talk.”

Pumps sighed but crossed the room to go to the bathroom.

While she was gone, Crush returned her attention to Dragon and Kisy. Axle was standing next to them and was grinning. “Your man? Who said he’s yours? Dragon tell you that?”

Crush watched as Kisy leaned down and licked Dragon’s face from bearded jaw to temple. “I licked him, so he’s mine.”

She couldn’t help the snort of laughter that burst from her. Kisy was going to keep Dragon on his toes. Crush loved that for him.

When Pumps stepped out of the bathroom, Crush was waiting in the hall for her. Her blond hair had spots that were darker with blood, but Crush could tell that she had tried her best to rinse it out. Her nose was already swelling and bruising, but within a few hours it would heal enough that you wouldn’t be able to tell it had even been broken.

Crush leaned back against the wall and crossed her arms over her chest. “You knew he was hers.”

Pumps scowled. “No, I didn’t. He hasn’t claimed her.”

“That’s not the point, Pumps. He was doing his Dom thing with her all night. He didn’t even try to hide it. He may not have completed the mating or given her his property patch, but he basically pissed a circle around her.”

After a sigh, Pumps nodded. “Guess I was just being a bitch.”

Crush chuckled. “It seems to be a trait of the members of our club.”

“You want me to apologize or some shit?”

After a scoff, Crush replied, “Fuck no. That’s Dragon’s problem now.”

Lucifer

Watching Pumps cross the room, Lucifer grinned. Her nose looked jacked up. She took a seat next to him at the table and turned to face him. When she saw his grin, she shot him the bird.

“Shut the hell up,” she grumbled.

He chuckled. “I didn’t say anything.”

“You were thinking it.”

“That you used to be able to fight better than that? Yeah, I was thinking it. I remember the time the girl took your chocolate milk off your tray in the lunchroom, and you used that tray to beat the hell out of her. No one ever tried to take your milk again.”

“That milk is the shit,” Pumps commented and took a drink of his whiskey.

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