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anger pulsated off her in waves.
    “Listen, I’m not going to apologize for what I did. The bitch had it coming, and so did his rude ass.” She pointed a finger at a now grinning Sandman who sat smugly staring at her, obviously amused at the situation. Instead of angering him like she had expected, he was laughing at her. This was becoming a pattern. “I do understand I was unprofessional with Krista. In my defense, there were no customers around and she started it. I don’t believe in violence, but like I told you before, I don’t take shit from anyone. If I wouldn’t have set her straight, she would have ate me alive. I know who you are and what you all are capable of. I don’t want trouble, I just want to do my damn job and go home.” Somehow her apology had veered off in a sharp left turn. She half wanted to just get up and leave, but after the tips she had made tonight, even if she needed to beg to keep her job she would. She didn’t have a choice.
    Sandman stood and walked over to them, sitting on her other side. Their presence was more than a little intimidating and he knew it. He had noticed her before but fought any interest that might have been there because she wasn’t a Savage. Their lifestyle played by different rules—ones in which anyone standing on the outside didn’t understand and sure in the hell didn’t need to know about. When he had walked out and seen her sitting on top of that little slut leach, he saw a side of her that impressed him…and fuck if it didn’t turn him on. “You hit me,” he grumbled, trying to see how bad she would crack under them.
    “You smacked my ass.” She met his stare with the same amount of intensity as he gave off in a battle of wills. Much to her surprise, he grinned.
    “And I’ll do it again.”
    “Then be prepared to get your face rearranged again.” She wasn’t about to give in. Not now.
    So far, Tonto had sat silently observing. The more shit Sandman dished, the more she stepped up and didn’t cave. Her name was definitely on the agenda for the next Rumble. With the upcoming Pit fights and the shit that was gonna throw down, they needed someone like her. For now, he’d keep an eye on her. “I think she might be able to take you, man,” he teased.
    “Mmm. I have no doubt she can take me. Question is, can she take all of me. I'm sure I would love every deep pounding moment of it too.” Sandman leaned closer to her, brushing up against her side. Her heart skipped a beat, fully aware that she sat in between two men who outweighed her by about four hundred pounds. She should be scared shitless. Maybe it was exhaustion or just plain stupidity, but she didn’t run like a normal person would have. She held her ground.
    To test her more, Tonto did the same on her other side, resting his arm along the back of the couch behind her shoulders. He felt a subtle tremor run up her spine and grinned. Oh, he knew she could take it…in time. There was no way in hell this hot little number, who shocked the shit out of him at every turn, would get away without him getting a taste. From the looks Sandman was giving over her head at him, he was thinking the same thing. Tonto leaned in, lowering just a whispers breath away from her lips and stopped, looking her in the eye. He had only meant to test her and see if it was all a show, when she moved the distance that separated them and pressed her lips to his. Unlike most women who waited for the man to escalate the kiss, she teased the tip of her tongue along the seam of his mouth until he opened and granted her access. Once her sweet tongue slid in and found his, he took over. One hand raised up and tangled in the back of her hair, pulling her against him harder. He worked her mouth violently, licking and nipping past all the warm-up mushy shit and straight to almost orgasmic tongue fucking. He pulled away abruptly, leaving her dazed.
    Before she could catch her breath and reality set in, Sandman turned her toward