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eyes as she shifts her gaze from Savannah over to Kayden, it isn’t hard to see that this bitch is not looking to play nice. She wants trouble—if she keeps it up, that is exactly what she’s going to get.
    Clearing my throat, I reach over the table and snatch Dixon’s shot glass out of his hand just as he’s about to drink it. The asshole is kicked back, relaxing, and taking in the show that this skank is putting on for everyone. I have to fight the urge to throw the shot in his face rather than giving it to Savannah.
    “I think you may want this,” I say, holding it out to Savannah—even though at the moment I really need that shot myself.
    Rolling her eyes, she reaches out, taking the shot from me. “Yeah, my staying sober tonight just flew out the window,” Savannah says, tipping her head back and downing the shot of whiskey.
    Don’t ask me why, but for some reason Trixie is unable to take a hint and realize that none of us want to spend our evening chit chatting with her. Instead of getting up and leaving like we all want, she turns her attention back to Savannah and gives her a smile that barely curls up at the corner of her lips. It screams I’m being a snarky bitch and loving every minute of it. The chick thinks she’s better than us. It completely baffles my mind.
    Her smile drops and her face turns serious as she asks, “So what was it like shooting someone? I could never do that. Seeing blood…yuck! It makes me so queasy!” Shaking her head and pressing her hand against her chest, Trixie flashes a sympathetic look at Savannah. I can see through her act. She is being the same conniving bitch she always is. She’s only treating Savannah this way because she’s jealous that Kayden isn’t into her. Hell, she doesn’t even appear on his damn radar. Savannah outshines this bitch by a billion. She has more class in her fucking pinky than Trixie has throughout her entire way-too-much-silicone-and-botox-body . 
    At the same exact time, Dixon and Braxton snap their heads in my direction. The second our eyes meet we stare at each other in complete shock. I think it’s safe to say we’re all thinking the same exact thing: Holy fuckin’ shit! Did Trixie seriously just fuckin’ ask Savannah that!
    “Trixie, you need to get the fuck outta here before I pick you up and remove you myself!” Kayden hisses at her through clenched teeth as his face changes to a deep shade of red. The cords of his neck are so tense they look as if they’ll snap at any moment. The anger is pouring out of him and can be felt by every single one of us.
    I cannot believe she actually is mean enough to ask Savannah that! By the look on her smug ass face, it’s as if she finds nothing wrong with asking Savannah about a very life-altering, tragic event she went through.
    The second those words came out of her mouth, I swear to God I almost dragged her out of here myself. But before I get a chance to react, Savannah does so herself. I barely register it happening because it all happens so fast. As Kayden yells at her to leave, Savannah swings her hand and connects with Trixie’s cheek. The sound is barely audible, but the look on Trixie’s face lets us know she gets the hint—loud and clear!
    She overstepped and because of it is being put in her place.
    The slap catches her off guard, causing her to lose her balance and fall back into the booth. Her cheek is flushed fire red, and you can make out the outline of Savannah’s fingers across her check.
    “I cannot believe you just fuckin’ asked me that! Who does that!?” Savannah shouts with her face inches from Trixie’s as she grips the edge of the table and leans in close. Rage and hurt vibrates off of Savannah as she confronts Trixie. Who the hell does that?
    I’m in complete shock over everything as it’s transpiring before my very eyes. But quickly, I find myself coming out of the shocked and stunned state as I watch Savannah push off of the table and back away from