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My heart slammed against my chest so fast it hurts badly. Each thud pushed against my ribs like it wanted out—loud, uneven, beating harder every time Blake’s fist met another man’s jaw. He moved through them with sharp, sudden force, palm, elbow, knuckle—striking again. Chairs toppled, boots scraped harsh across the wooden floor, bodies hit tables with brutal cracks. The room spun in rough motion, men throwing hands without hesitation, Blake pushing through them like a ...