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of punches being exchanged and then the men were both
standing.
    “ Stop! ” I yelled.
    Harlan and Tripp faced each other.
Harlan was in his leather cut, fists balled tight. But he didn ’ t protect himself. I thought
about what Tripp had said.
    I ’ m a fighter …
    Tripp had his fists up and moved
in. The punches were fast, hard, and effective. A punch to the face sent Harlan ’ s head snapping back. Then punch,
punch to the ribs and Harlan let out a groan. He leaned forward and Tripp
cocked back another fist.
    It was kind of sexy to see Tripp
moving like that. He was absolutely gorgeous.
    But I couldn ’ t let him kill Harlan.
    I jumped up on the couch and
grabbed for Tripp ’ s arm. I
locked mine around his and said, “ He ’ s not a bad guy! He ’ s part of the MC! ”
    “ Fuck,
bro, ” Harlan groaned, his
nose bleeding and stuffy. “ What
the fuck? ”
    Tripp looked at me. He looked at
Harlan. He then shook me away and backed up from Harlan. But he didn ’ t stand down. He kept his guard
up.
    “ Harlan,
what the hell are you doing? ” I asked. I climbed over the couch.
    He stood and wiped his nose. Then
he grabbed his side. “ What
the fuck are you, man? A boxer? ”
    “ Protector, ” Tripp said.
    Ohmyfuckinggod, how sexy.
    “ He ’ s here to protect me, ” I said. “ Stoney said he was coming. Didn ’ t you know? ”
    “ Yeah,
we heard, ” Harlan said. “ I was here just in case, Winter.
That ’ s all. ”
    “ You
had a gun. ”
    “ For
you, ” Harlan said. “ So you could protect yourself. ”
    I felt Tripp creep up next to me. “ She doesn't need to protect
herself right now. I ’ m
here. ”
    Harlan stared Tripp down. “ I don ’ t know who you think you are, man. But my leather
cut …”
    “ Want
to go again? ” Tripp asked.
    “ Jesus
Christ, ” Harlan said. “ I ’ m
not the bad guy here. She was left stranded. I was just helping out. ”
    “ Being
in her place with the lights off and scaring her is not helping, ” Tripp said.
    “ I
was just bringing her a gun. ”
    “ I
have a gun, ” Tripp said.
    “ What? ” I asked.
    Tripp reached back and pulled a gun
from … nowhere. “ I can take it all from here. Go
back to your MC and find out who is after Winter. ”
    “ We ’ re working on it, ” Harlan said. He sucked in a
breath and wiped his nose again. Then he looked at me. “ Are you sure you ’ re
okay? ”
    “ I ’ m fine, ” I said.
    “ Who
is your President? ” Tripp
asked. “ I ’ d like to meet him. Find out all
I can. ”
    “ Really? ” Harlan asked. “ You ’ re just going to walk in here and demand things
from us? ”
    “ You
obviously can ’ t do your
job, ” Tripp said.
    Harlan ’ s eyes went wide. He then reached behind his back
and pulled out a gun. He lifted it.
    “ Harlan! ” I yelled.
    “ It ’ s fine, ” Tripp said. He put his gun down on my dining room
table. Then he stepped forward. Reaching for Harlan ’ s gun, he lifted it to his own chest, right to his
heart. “ Make it count,
buddy. ”
    I could see Harlan ’ s cheeks turning red. He was
big, he acted tough, but I wasn ’ t
sure he could fight his way out of a paper bag.
    Harlan lowered the gun. “ Fuck. ”
    “ Harlan,
go, ” I said. “ Go back to the clubhouse. Tell
Stoney that Tripp is here, okay? ”
    I walked Harlan to the door and he
left. I shut the door and locked it. I put my forehead against the door and
wanted to cry. But I had too much adrenaline running through my body to cry.
    “ Hey. ”
    I cried out and jumped.
    I turned and had my back against
the door.
    Tripp was right there, inches from
me.
    “ Are
you okay? ” he asked.
    “ Yeah, ” I said. “ It ’ s
just a lot at once. That ’ s
all. ”
    Tripp slowly reached forward and
pulled at a loose strand of my hair. It clung between my lips, annoying me. He
tucked it behind my ear.
    “ I ’ m here now, ” he whispered. “ I ’ m
going to protect you. ”
    I nodded.
    I believed Tripp. I