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Then the guy swung.

Sullivan ducked.

His fist connected with the guy’s jaw.

The entire bar erupted.

Someone screamed.

A chair crashed to the floor.

Willow grabbed my arm and pulled be backward.

“Fuck!”

The guy lunged back at Sullivan.

He caught him and shoved him into the wall.

“Stop!” One of their friends stands and tries to go over to the men fighting.

All I could see where fists flying and the chaos.

Then, I hear the guy say something.

“Over a fucking whore?? What, you wish you could fuck your bros girl?” the dumb ass shouted.

I felt ice trail down my spine because I just knew it was about to get much worse.

We watched as Sullivan lost whatever restraint he had been holding onto.

He hit the guy.

Once.

Twice.

The guy dropped.

“Sullivan!” Sebastian called out.

His brother turned to look at him before his eyes found mine. He walked towards me and Willow.

“Are you okay?”

What?

“Wha-?”

“Are you okay?” he repeated.

“Yes.”

I stared up at him as his chest heaved up and down.

“Sully!” Sebastian shouts as he makes way through the crowd to where we were standing.

“What the hell man?”