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“We’re good.” I hold out my hand. “It was an accident.”
Jacob shakes my hand, and Thorn stomps over to me.
“I should’ve never gone along with this crazy-ass plan of yours. We’re gonna talk about this.”
“Hey, girls!” Heather bounces between us before I can tell him where to shove it. “Let’s take Delaney to Purgatory for celebratory drinks for kicking Grim’s ass.”
“She didn’t kick my ass, but she’s a worthy opponent,” Violet translates for her husband.
I close the distance between me and Grim and throw my arms around him. He stiffens for a moment, and I tilt my head up so he can see my lips.
“Thank you.”
He wraps one arm around me to return my hug and then quickly spins me toward the women.
Thorn intercepts me. “I’m sorry.” He leans his forehead on mine. “I saw you go down…”
I stand on my toes and place a soft kiss on his lips. His hand weaves through my hair and pulls my head closer. His kiss turns hungry, and his tongue demands entry, which I gladly allow. When the catcalls start, we pull apart, both of us breathing heavily.
“We’ll bring her back in one piece.” Carmella grabs my elbow and pulls me toward the edge of the ring.
Rogue reaches for Skye before she can follow me. “Behave.”
Skye winks. “We’ll see, Sir.”
Rogue growls and scoops her up, squeezing her ass. “Keep talking like that, and you won’t sit down for a week.”
She giggles. “Promises, promises.”
I squeeze between the ropes and head to the lockers where Cece waits with my bag so I can shower and change. I’m glad I grabbed that as we were leaving the clubhouse because I hate being sweaty when I leave the gym. You never know when you’ll have to run an errand or go somewhere unexpectedly. Always be prepared… That’s my dad’s motto.
An hour later, we’re sitting in the VIP section at Purgatory. It isn’t too busy since it’s a Sunday night, but Mark and Zach are diligently keeping watch from the bar. There’s a pitcher of margaritas and a bottle of tequila with shot glasses sitting on the table, and we’re about to dive in when a man in a bright purple sequined tank top that says, ‘I am that Bitch’, black leather pants, and black high-heeled boots saunters up.
“Hi, ladies!” he hollers, and when his eyes reach me, he shifts back. “Honey, what the hell happened to you?”
“RaRa, this is Delaney,” Skye introduces. “Delaney, this is RaRa. He’s the cook of our lovely establishment.”
“Pleasure to meet you,” I greet.
“Pleasure is all mine, Mon Chéri.” He picks up my hand and places a chaste kiss on it. “What happened to your beautiful face, and where are we burying the body?”
A deep purple bruise was visible when I stepped out of the shower at the gym. No amount of make-up was gonna cover it up, so I didn’t even try.
“Jacob sucker punched her,” Cece hisses.
“I thought Thorn was gonna kill him,” Carmella adds. “Our men are extremely protective.”
“Wait… You’re Thorn’s woman?” RaRa asks, perplexed. “And Jacob is still breathing?”
Violet snorts. “His nose is most likely broken, so breathing could be problematic.”
“I’m not Thorn’s woman,” I dispute. “We’re curr?—”
“Fucking?” Heather helps.
My face flames with embarrassment. “Well, yes… I mean, no,” I protest. “I was gonna say hel?—”
“Yeah, helping each other right into an orgasmic coma.” Jez grins.