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stared at him with red-rimmed and glossy eyes. “You actually willing to go head-to-head with me because of some
piece of pussy that you haven’t even claimed?”
    Diesel tightened his hands into fists, but Dallas
just kept right on talking.
    “Or maybe you have fucked the shit out of that pussy
and feel like going another round? I know you aren’t all about dipping your
dick in sloppy second cunt.” Dallas was piss-ass drunk, and when any of the
members were that trashed they seemed not to have a filter on their mouths, but
that shit was going to get Dallas’s ass beat, and that time was right now.
    Diesel gripped the edge of the table and turned the
thing over in one powerful surge. His reaction was ludicrous, intense, and
uncontrolled, but his bear was taking charge right now. Dallas had the fucking
balls to still stay seated, and there was no doubt the asshole knew how close
to shifting Diesel was. “I’m going to beat your ass.”
    Dallas stood, finished off his beer, and tossed the
bottle. He swayed on his feet, but righted himself and chuckled softly. “All this over some female that grew up around you?” Dallas
shook his head.
    "”D, man, Dallas is clearly drunk,” Court said.
“He’s been in his own world. You know that.”
    Yeah, Diesel had noticed, but that didn’t mean shit
right now. “Don’t fucking talk about Maggie like she’s just another warm hole
to stick your cock in.” He spoke to Dallas and pointed a finger at where he
knew Maggie stood. Diesel had no fucking idea what in the hell had gotten over
him. But he didn’t question it because he always went with his instincts,
always trusted his gut, and right now everything inside of him was roaring out
that he needed to do this. Hell, he was just thinking about doing the exact
same thing to Maggie as he accused Dallas of doing. He shouldn’t give two shits
who talked about her, or what they said. But it was like this possessive side
of him, the one controlled by his bear, had risen up so swiftly he couldn’t
comprehend what was happening to him. But he couldn’t deny that the moment he had
seen her sitting there, looking all womanly and curvy, had this very deep need
inside of him coming to the surface. Had it always been there and just now
decided to rise up like some kind of damn beast intent on staking some kind of
claim? Yeah, it really had.
    He felt everyone watching this altercation, and the
smart thing to do was to just walk away, and maybe he could have if Dallas
hadn’t been running his fucking mouth. Drunk or not, Diesel couldn’t let it go.
His bear wouldn’t allow it, and his human side didn’t want to forget about the
anger.
    “Dallas, if you were smart you wouldn’t say another
damn word,” Court said and took a step toward them. “You’re drunk and need to
sleep it off. Clearly you don’t know what in the fuck you’re doing right now.”
    “Damn, D, you’re getting soft in your old age, and
actually starting to care about shit other than what cunt you’re going to stick
your dick in—”
    Diesel didn’t let him run his mouth anymore. Yeah,
this started over Dallas taking about Maggie like she was just another female,
and although Diesel had never thought of her as anything more than a kid until
now, Dallas needed to know he couldn’t say shit like that. He needed to show
respect, and Diesel was going to show him with his fists. But then he just kept
going, and pissing Diesel off even more. Maggie just wasn’t some piece of ass,
and certainly didn’t deserve to be talked about in that way. Her father was
tight with the club, and because of that she counted as tight with the MC, too.
Even if she wasn’t in deep with the club in any other form than that, she was still
under club protection. He moved quickly in front of Dallas, intent on slamming
his fist into the other male’s face, but a hand on his arm had him instantly
stopping. The scent of Maggie filled his nose in a rush of saccharine
intoxication