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she always had me or Harper there to ride to her rescue. If it was within my power, I’d never let anything happen to her on my watch. This was definitely one of those times. She wasn’t a piece of meat that he could just gnaw on, and I wasn’t someone that he could push around. Little did he knew that I had trained with Harper long enough that I could dish it out if I really needed to. I could more than handle myself. As this asshole was just about to find out.
    Kicking off my shoes, I saw Destiny’s eyes go wide. She knew that I meant business. It wasn’t easy to kick ass when you’re wearing six inch stilettos.
    But, just as I was about to step forward and teach this dude that he couldn’t go around treating women like that, throwing his weight around like he was untouchable, Harper came storming passed me and was on the guy quicker than I could blink.
    Harper had the upper hand, especially seeing as he was still stone cold sober. Not that it really would have made much of a difference even if he had been intoxicated. One thing about Harper was that he would not stand for was anyone getting rough with me or Destiny. There was a line that no one should cross, and this dude had just crossed it. Harper was the big brother that no one wanted to mess with if they valued their bones in one piece.
    A spray of blood splattered down the front of my white top as Harper busted the assholes nose before firmly planting him on his butt on the ground. One other thing about Harper was that he was quick and efficient. It didn’t matter if the other guy was fighting dirty, Harper kept it clean and over and done with as quickly as possible. He never seemed to lose control, inflicting only the minimal amount of damage that was necessary to get his message across. If who he was fighting decided to fight back, then that was their problem. They should have known what they were getting into.
    “Shit.” I muttered, more to myself than to any of the strangers around me. I hated it when the night had to end this way. Destiny and I had many an argument in the past about this. You could usually find Dee at the root of any problem that caused Harper to start fighting. She started it and he inevitably had to finish it when things got out of hand.
    Glaring over at her as she just stood there looking dumbly around at the chaos, I reached for Harper’s arm. “Come on, leave it. We really need to get out of here.”
    He glanced over at me and smirked wryly, nodding his head for me to look behind. Great. Just great. The club’s doormen were already on their way over to us, pushing their way through the crowd of onlookers and they were heading our way fast. Awesome. Just how I wanted the evening to end.
    “Harper. What the fuck did you do this time?” Brent shook his head at the guy who was still lying on the ground, clutching his face as the blood continued to pump out of his nose. “Seriously? Did you have to bust his nose? You know who’s going to have to clean this mess up, don’t you? Shit, man. As if I haven’t got enough to do.”
    I was grateful that it was Brent that got over to us first. He trained regularly with Harper and knew him well. Brent knew that Harper wasn’t a brawler or a trouble maker and that he would only have done this as a last resort. But, still, that wouldn’t stop Brent from slapping a club ban on him. And me and Destiny.
    As previously stated, we were dubbed the Three Musketeers, and therefore if one of us was banned, all three of us were. It wasn’t exactly fair, but we all went out together anyway, so if one of us wasn’t allowed in this club, then none of us would go in it anyway. This club did not condone violence and although they were friends, we knew that Brent couldn’t let this slide. It had all got a little too public, if the crowd gathered around us was anything to go by.
    “Sorry, man.” Harper held up his hands in mock surrender, but offered no further explanation.
    One of the other doormen