Her Biker Bodyguard
Mason
“Shit,” Clinton said. “Fucking bastards.”
“They’re all dead,” Phoenix said. “He was a good solider.”
“Fuck you,” Clinton said, getting in his face.
I moved without thinking. I grabbed Clinton’s shoulder and slugged him in the jaw so hard that his head rocketed backward. He stumbled and dropped to the ground.
Something tackled me then. It was Burke, the little ball of strength. He took both of us down to the ground, and he began to rain blows down at me. I blocked as many of them as I could, but he had blindsided me.
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