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"Yes," she clipped, still annoyed with hirin

"If you’re out beforepopcorn and salt "Go" He waited until she was inside the ladies’ room before he turned to the et back to her

He was zipping his fly when he felt it A presence He wasn’t alone And then a scent drifted to him--dark and familiar His wolf’s upper lip peeled back

There was no tiht whistle of air Trick ducked, barely avoiding the steel bar that then slammed into the tiled wall

Trick raut There was a pained grunt as the body behind hiht and jerked to the side as Drake then tried bringing the bar crashing down on his head Son of a bitch

Anger and adrenaline surging through hi the bar and pressed his thu Drake drop the bar with a curse Grunting and snarling, they collided with a fury of fists

It wasn’t combat It was a brawl Fast, furious, and bloodthirsty

Drake was no easy target, and he got soood shots in A punch to the temple A strike to the solar plexus A hard blow to his ribs that sent ripples of agony through Trick and ot plenty of his own shots in A ram of his elbow to the throat A solid uppercut to the chin A hard punch to the cheekbone that made Drake’s head whip to the side Trick topped that off by rari crack and spray of blood

The prick didn’t back off, though He kept on co, eyes cold and flinty, face flushed and contorted into a scowl And when he crouched, grabbed the bar, and swung it at Trick’s leg--motherfucker--Trick rammed the sole of his foot into the bastard’s face Drake fell back, dazed, and the bar slipped froe that bubbled in his veins, Trick fisted Drake’s collar and dragged hi the bloodstained tiles into a stall He forced Drake’s face into the toilet and flushed He let hile Let him feel the panic Let his

With what little ht then, Trick yanked the wolf’s head up out of the toilet Drake didn’t fight back He sucked in deep, loud breaths, coughing and hacking like a guy who’d just run out of a sain if he hadn’t looked up to see Frankie leaning casually against the doorjaht brutally, sure, and they solved a lot of shit through violence But Frankie hadn’t been raised with that culture She’d likely been taught that if shit went down you defended yourself, got out of harhing Drake on the floor and strode out of the stall She backed up to give hi,

She sighed "I leave you alone for five lint of huh hih his nose He couldn’t quite stop grinding his teeth, though Rage still had a tight grip on him

"Are you okay?" she asked, the humor in her eyes now replaced with concern He just nodded She tipped her chin toward Drake "Friend of yours?"

Trick forced his jaw to unlock "Let’s go I’ll tell you about it e get out of here"

But he didn’t tell her He fell silent the moment they slid into his SUV Despite his slow, steady breaths and relaxed body language, Frankie could sense that he was still fu hih theand watching the scenery pass by

Thanks to the sounds ofhand dryer, Frankie hadn’t heard the struggle coed in and simply stared as she took in the blood spatter on the floor, the cracks in the tiles, the long steel bar, the kicking legs in the doorway of a stall, and--finally--Trick stuffing soirl expected to find while on a date