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“What the fuck did he say to you?” Riot asks.
“He mentioned my sister; some stupid fuck told him about her,” Jensen replies as he finally looks up, his eyes still filled with anger, but he doesn’t look wild anymore.
“I’m sorry,” I sign, feeling the anger burn through my veins.
What kind of sick fuck brings up someone’s murdered sister? He’s fucking lucky Jensen didn’t kill him, although I kind of wish we had gotten to him just a little bit later. I glance over to where Ryan's still on the floor, groaning and clutching his face and his ribs. No one has gone over to him, not even the Tomlinson leaders, and I doubt they will. Ryan’s made a name for himself in the short amount of time that he’s been here, and it's not a good thing; I’m not sure he has anyone who actually likes him except maybe his brother.
If I were the Tomlinson guys, I’d make sure that he didn’t last in town any longer. We’ve driven people out of town before when we’ve had to and it wouldn’t take much for us to do it again. Ryan is more than just a minor problem, and the fact that no one has even come to check on him now that the fight is so obviously over says a lot about the kind of person he is.
Not that we needed any confirmation that he’s a cunt. The way he treats women is enough to tell us that.
“You good?” Riot asks Jensen.
Jensen takes another deep breath and then nods yes, and Riot cautiously releases him.
“I’m good,” he replies, as he steps away from Riot and walks back over to Ryan.
Chapter Twenty
Jensen
I know the guys are watching me closely as I walk over to Ryan, they want to make sure that I’m not about to lose my shit, but I meant what I said. I’m good now. I do have something to say to the sick fucker though.
His eyes fill with fear as he spots me moving back toward him, and he tries and fails to move backward, only succeeding to get himself halfway up before he collapses again. There is a slight chance that I may have hurt him more than I intended, but there is a one hundred percent chance that he deserved it.
Leaning over him, I grab a fist full of his shirt and pull the top half of his body up off the floor, he groans in pain, but I honestly don't give a shit.
Keeping my voice low so that he’s the only one who can hear me, I bend forward, “If I ever hear that you have hurt a woman ever again, I will fucking bury you, not rough you up a bit, not make you bleed, no I will literally bury you, and I will do it with a fucking smile, do you understand me?”
His eyes are filled with fear, and the unmistakable stench of urine fills the air, but he nods rapidly in agreement.
“There’s a good cupcake,” I growl and then add, seriously, “Now go to sleep.”
I pull back my fist and punch him once in the face, knocking him out cold.
I’m aware of all the fearful looks that are sent in my direction as I step over him and walk over to Billy.
He nods, his face stern, and an impressed glint in his eyes, “Jensen.”
“He shouldn’t be a problem anymore, but I would keep a close eye on him; he seems like the type of person who is stupid enough to do it anyway.”
Billy smirks, “Don’t worry, he’s not going to be able to pee without someone making sure he’s not being a dick.”
“He needs the hospital,” I add, “someone should get him there pretty quickly, just in case.”
Billy’s eyes widen slightly, but he turns to look at his guys, and they move forward to get him, roughly grabbing him and taking him to where the cars are parked.
Once they are out of sight, Billy says, “I’ll make the announcement that the bets will be paid like they normally are."
Before he can move in the direction of the ring, a guy from our side comes rushing through the crowd, yelling.
“Cops!” he shouts, “We’ve got a tip that the cops will be here in five, everyone scatter!”
I don’t bother saying anything else as I turn on my heels and sprint after the guys who are already moving through the masses. There was an escape plan in place, so everyone should know what they are doing and where to go, but in this instance, it’s very much everyone for themselves, and panic tends to overtake logic for some people, so I imagine that it's not going to go as smoothly as we hoped.
As we break out of the trees and into the lot, I dive into one of our cars, ending up in the car with Riot with Trick behind the wheel. We’re silent as we race from the lot, having gotten into our cars quicker than most. Trick’s phone rings and he presses a few buttons before Cash’s voice comes through the speakers of the car.
“Everyone good?” Trick asks seriously.
