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The security guard yells out before he stands, bringing his radio to his h, hard ground with two hundred extra pounds on top ofravel off the back of uards run in, and the jerks who started the fight raise their hands in surrender Everyone’s attention is on the commotion now Even the bikes have stopped

“Let’s go!” the first security guard shouts, and the boys start oing to jail for assaulting a peace officer You too,” he says, grabbing my upper arm as I try to sit back down

“Oh, I’m not—”

“I said move it!”

“I don’t even know therasp He pauses, assessing

“Yet,” one of the offenders says, wiggling his eyebrows even as he’s being placed in handcuffs

“Where’s your wristband?” the security guard asksme warily

Shit

“It, uh, fell off Skinny wrists” I shrug, holding up my arms

“Uh-huh,” he says, not buying it for a second, and places the cuffs around o” He shoves hisme forward

“She’s with me”

Silence fills the tent, everyone’s eyes on Leather Jacket Man He’s straddling histhe announcer’s microphone

“She’s part of the show,” he explains, and my eyes widen What?

The security guard doesn’t look convinced, but what can he do? He doesn’t have proof that I snuck in

“Well, coot a show to do!” His voice has a slight edge to it as if he’s challenging me My neck and ears feel like they’re on fire, but I s uard reluctantly rerip and slowly put one foot in front of the other as the crowd cheers me on

Once I’e One of them jerks his helmet off and speaks low so only Sebastian can hear, but I can tell he’s not happy He cuts his eyes atoff to the side

Okay, then

I pullbetween Sebastian and the aptly na forinstead, but so to see what he has planned

“You better knohat the hell you’re doing, Bastian,” the announcer mutters as I cross the threshold “I don’t need a lawsuit because you want to get your dick wet”

“First of all,” Sebastian starts, encroaching on the announcer’s personal space “When have I ever fucked up on one Good luck selling tickets without me” He slae behind me He jerks a chin to one of the other stuntman, and he follows suit

Pride wounded and resentment written all over his reddened, chubby face, the announcer sla the three of us inside I flinch at the jarring sound of ainst metal, and my heart kicks in my chest It’s smaller in here than it looked from the outside There’s maybe a foot of space in between the bikes and me

“That, uh…sounded final” I try to joke, but et in the way Sebastian props his reen eyes inspecting Assessing

“You scared?” he asks His voice is low and softer than it was a second ago