Monroe, Marla - Her Biker Bodyguards [The Dirty Dozen 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Marla Monroe

second guy lunged for Dillon. They grappled with punch after punch. She couldn’t keep up with both Dillon and Gavin at the same time. She winced every time one of them got hit.
    Finally, she heard the roar of motorcycles approaching fast. She sighed with relief when they circled the fight and got off to pull the two men off Gavin and Dillon. They pummeled on them until they were no longer able to stand up. Then they dragged them over behind the building and left them for the police.
    Briana went to both Dillon and Gavin to see how badly they were beaten. Both had busted noses and lips, but other than that they didn’t seem in really bad shape. At least they weren’t letting her see how badly they were hurt.
    “Get your stuff, Briana, and lock up. You’re going home, and you’re not working at that place again,” Gavin said with a growl, still panting.
    Dillon held out his hand for his phone. She handed it to him and noticed he didn’t smile at her. She swallowed around the lump in her throat and backed away from them. She went inside and emptied the cash register without running the tape. The manager could do it in the morning. She locked up and got in her car. Before she closed the door, Cole walked up and held it.
    “Thanks for thinking. Calling us was the right thing to do. I’ll talk to them.”
    “Don’t. This has nothing to do with that. We’re not together anymore. I guess they still felt an obligation to be sure I got home okay. I don’t know what’s going on. I’ve never had so much trouble before. I guess the neighborhood is totally wasted. Thanks, Cole.”
    The other man just nodded and turned away. She closed her door and drove off after starting the car. She had no idea if anyone followed her or not, and didn’t care anymore. She just wanted to get home.
    When she pulled up in her drive, the sounds of motorcycles were right behind her. It sounded like the entire gang had come along to watch her get inside. She got out of her car with her pack and walked up to the door. The key was jerked from her hand, and Gavin unlocked the door before handing the key back to her. He touched her throat lightly and cursed, then drew in a deep breath.
    “Lock the door, Briana. I mean it. You’re not working at that place anymore. I’ll burn it to the ground if you go back.”
    She had little doubt he meant it. She just nodded and closed the door, locking it before running to the bedroom, throwing herself on the bed to cry. Between the scare, the fight, and the knowledge that despite their being over, he had come to make sure she was okay, Briana was a total wreck. It didn’t help that she had finals coming up.
    She didn’t manage to get any sleep, so when it was time to get up, she called her boss and told him what had happened and that she wasn’t going to be working anymore. He wasn’t happy but didn’t fuss overly much. He promised to mail her last check to her.
    She skipped breakfast and went on to school to sit and study while she waited on time for her first class. All she could think about though was the look of no emotion in Gavin’s eyes when he looked at her. He really had cut her out of his life. Now, with her not working at the store, she’d never see them again.

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    “Fuck, my ribs hurt.” Dillon said.
    “Suck it up, Dillon. We still have to work tomorrow.” Gavin held a cloth with ice in it to his face.
    “Did you see her eyes, Gavin? They were devastated.”
    “Doesn’t matter. She doesn’t trust us. I can’t have a relationship with someone who thinks so little of me.”
    “Relationship, is that what we had? ’Cause, man, you never said a word about anything like that. I doubt she believed we meant anything like that. We fucked her and hung around her house, but we didn’t give her any hope that we were serious.” Dillon was angry with Gavin, but wouldn’t go behind his back.
    “She knew. She wouldn’t have asked for more, Dillon, if she didn’t know we thought