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inebriated state. “You girls take your shirts off and give us a little show, and it’s all yours.”
    “Fuck you,” I snapped, taking a step forward, my anger spiking. “We don’t want your rich kid ‘ daddy pays for fucking everything’ money.”
    I heard another train pulling up to the platform in the background, the rush of wind billowing around us and chilling my body.
    A flash of darkness flared in the boy’s eyes. He reached out and wrapped his hand around my wrist, pushing me back against the concrete wall. Eazy moved to step in, but one of the other guys threw a sucker punch, hitting E on the side of the head and throwing him off balance.
    “Eazy,” Layla screamed as one of them jumped on top of him, he got another punch in before he was thrown off and Eazy leaped on him, delivering a harsh blow to the kid’s cheek.
    The bastard moved in closer, but I wasn’t about to take this crap lying down. I pulled him toward me and raised my knee, connecting it with his stomach. He doubled over but didn’t release me. Instead, he pulled on my arm, tossing my body to the ground. My elbow connected with the concrete and I cried out in pain, the jolt bringing tears to my eyes.
    I heard hurried footsteps around me and loud voices. Out the corner of my eye, I saw someone pick up Layla around the waist and pull her away from where she was attempting to drag the two other guys off Eazy as they had him pinned to the ground.
    I screamed as I felt a foot connect with my ribs and looked up to see my attacker looming over me, spouting some crazy shit from his mouth that I couldn’t understand due to the pain taking over my senses.
    I felt ill, clutching to my body and trying to hold down the vomit that threatened release.
    Through the blur, I saw an object come out of nowhere, connecting with the side of the asshole’s head. He crumbled to the ground, and someone else took his place towering over me. But instead of flinging venomous words, he held out his hand.
    I held my sore arm against my body as I reach out with the other. Thick fingers wrapped around my small hand and pulled me to my feet. Another hand was placed on my shoulder to steady me as I swayed.
    “Let me go, douche bag,” Layla screamed, the guy holding her chuckling in amusement as she kicked and fought against him.
    The boys who’d attacked us were pulling themselves to their feet now, blood and bruises on all their faces.
    “You think you’re cool, picking on two girls and teaming up against the one guy who was trying to protect them?” A stony-faced guy stepped out of the crowd of young men who were now standing with us, some clenched their fists like they were ready for a fight, others breathed heavily with blood already on their hands. But the boy who talked stood tall, his arms folded across his chest. His words sounded fierce but calm.
    Two of the boys cowered, like losers licking their wounds, but the one who had attacked me turned his seething gaze in my direction. “Bitch couldn’t take a fucking joke.” He spat on the ground, a mixture of saliva and blood making a puddle on the concrete platform.
    I bristled. “You’re the only fucking joke around here.” I attempted to step forward, but the guy holding me tightened his grip on my shoulder.
    “There’s three guys here for every one of yours. How ‘bout you tell us a joke, and we see how it turns out?” His voice was deep and rich, and it made my body buzz. There was a confidence about him, the way he held himself and how he spoke. The guys that stood beside us respected him, I could feel it.
    “Street brat.” The bastard glared at me before finally turning and hobbling with his buddies up the stairs to the exit.
    Layla was dropped to her feet, she turned to the tall guy behind her and huffed at him, raising her middle finger in the air which only made his grin spread wider.
    We both looked to Eazy at the same time, he was sitting against the wall where Layla’s guitar case was,