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“Who the fuck are you?” Screw asked, his voice growing hostile

She needed to do so before he went on the offensive

Placing a hand on the center of Screw’s back, right over the Hell’s Handler’s insignia on his cut, she said, “It’s okay, Screw This is Gus that felt like weak twigs, she stepped around Screw and in full view of Gumby

He looked good Handso since he was in another MC’s territory, he still looked like a cross between a badass and a bookwore of his nose giving him the studious look she’d always loved Such a contrast between the leather jacket, heavy biker boots, torn jeans, and mop of sandy hair At some point over the last year, he’d filled out or maybe bulked up, as he didn’t look quite as rubbery as his naest Guood with those long, lean muscles

Neither said anything, both taking in the changes to each other’s appearance No doubt Gu sleeves and pants when he’d been so used to her in edgy little tops and short skirts

Finally, after what felt like hours of silent staring, Screw’d had enough “So on here?”

Guaze shifted to Screw, then back to her This time, his focus stayed on her face

And his eyes narrowed “You fucking hit her?” he asked in a voice so deadly Jazz gasped

“What? Gumby, n—”

Gued

Screw nudged her aside and shot forward toward a raging Gumby

“Guys! Stop! No!” Jazz yelled

Gu thud, but it didn’t seem to faze hi for years He brought a sharp elbow up, knocking Screw’s chin Screw’s head flew back with a grunt, giving Gumby the second he needed to free himself Just as he was about to reverse their positions and attack Screw, Jazz dove between them

“Stop it!” she screamed Thank God the music was louder than a stadium concert and this tiht? What the hell were they putting in the booze around here?

Standing between the two huffing and snarling bulls, Jazz said, “That’s enough” One hand rested on each man’s chest and she couldn’t help but notice the difference in thickness of the e, bulky, the kind that could hold a girl still while he pounded her into oblivion while Gumby’s were leaner, ropy, the kind that spoke to sta passion

Jesus, what the hell rong with her?