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I racked my brain, thinking of all the reasons why Kelton would snap like that. I expected moodiness from Kody, not Kelton. My blood boiled as I thought about the night I’d gotten the call from the police about an accident involving Kody. My heart stopped that night.
    Hunt slapped me on the arm. “Snap out of it. Kelton can take care of himself.”
    He was right—if it was a fair fight. Sullivan didn’t do anything fair. Sullivan’s idea of a fight consisted of a group of assholes ganging up on someone, beating them until they couldn’t walk or breathe.
    “Let’s check the garage. Maybe he went back to the truck,” I said.
    A cold wind blew. The area was quiet for a Friday night, which was surprising since we were close to Boston University. I half expected more people roaming the streets with all the restaurants and bars in the neighborhood. Maybe since the threat of snow hung in the air people were hibernating.
    I tucked my hands in my jacket as we crossed the street behind a passing car. Once we were in the garage, Hunt pressed the elevator button, and it immediately opened. We jumped in and rode the car up to the fourth floor. I bounced on my feet, watching the floors tick by ever so slowly.
    The doors slid open, and Kelton’s voice echoed through the garage. “You boys hit like girls,” Kelton spat. “Come on. Is that all you got?”
    Hunt and I dashed out and to our right. As we got closer, I grabbed ahold of Hunt’s arm behind a row of cars.
    On the other side of the pillars, we could see Sullivan punching Kelton while Seever held my brother’s arms pinned behind his back. Each time Sullivan’s fist connected with Kelton’s jaw, my brother laughed, the sound menacing. Then he spit out blood at Sullivan’s feet.
    Quickly, I scanned the area. No one around except us. I motioned for Hunt to go right. Then I went left. We both circled around and came into view at the same time. As I watched Sullivan punch the shit out of my brother, I clenched my hands into fists and locked my jaw. Doing the right thing flew right out of the window. We were going to end this once and for all.
    Seever’s eyes grew wide when he saw me. Sullivan smirked as though to say welcome to the party. Oh, it was going to be a hell of a party. When I got done with the asshole this time, I would definitely belong in jail.
    “So, boys. Or should I say cowards. You can’t fight fair?” I stalked up to them while Hunt sauntered down from the opposite end. “Why don’t you let Kelton go, Seever, and let my brother fight Sullivan? Or aren’t your balls big enough, Sullivan, to fight someone who’s not tied down?”
    Seever frantically darted his head in all directions, more than likely wondering if Kross would jump out from between the cars. Seever would mouth off to any one of us. When it came to Kross, though, the dude shut down. Kross was probably showering and debriefing with his coach. Although it would’ve been satisfying to see Seever and Kross go at it. But the first rule of fighting was never lose focus on the enemy. That small mistake gave Kelton the advantage.
    In a blur, my brother head-butted Seever right in the face.
    “Fuck,” Seever bit out as blood oozed from his nose.
    Without missing a beat, Kelton pinned Seever against the white Mercedes. Poor car. As they went at it, Hunt crossed his bulky arms over his chest.
    Sullivan started to back away. The only out he had would be in between cars, and that would slow him down. Either Hunt or I would get to him before he had a chance to get away, and I salivated like a hungry animal to get at my prey.
    “Going somewhere?” Hunt lunged and grabbed Sullivan’s arms then twisted them behind his back as he laughed.
    Sullivan wiggled and fought, but Hunt was a big-ass, scary dude. He played linebacker for Kensington High last year. I was glad we were friends. I’d hate to be on the other end of his fist.
    I ambled up to Sullivan. “So now the tables are turned.”
    Grunts