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Trixie.
    Kayden tries to get around Trixie and jumps out of the booth after Savannah, but she holds her hand up and yells, “Don’t!” before spinning on her heels and storms toward the VIP exit. Within seconds, she disappears into the crowds of people. Kayden looks from where Savannah is retreating then to me with panic in his eyes.
    My heart races in my chest and my blood is boiling as I stand here watching this bitch sit here with her hand over her cheek and with tears in her eyes. How fucked up is this girl that she actually thinks any of us will feel sorry for her right now?
    She got exactly what her loud-ass mouth deserved.
    I’m shocked at this point that Savannah didn’t sucker punch her in the mouth knocking out a few of her fake ass veneers.
    Shoving my face in front of hers, I throw my hands in the air as frustration boils over inside of me. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! That was low even for you!” She flinches away from me as my hands flow out toward her. She only recoils for a moment before trying to put on a brave act and climbing quickly to her feet standing face to face with me.
    Before she can try to start anything with me, Kayden quickly slides out of the booth, climbing to his feet and towers over the top of us. He grabs onto Trixie’s arm and forces her to look up at him. He’s seething with anger, and you can see that he’s using every ounce of self-control he has to keep it together and not completely snap, especially in a room full of peering eyes.
    “You’re a fuckin’ idiot, you know that?! What the fuck is wrong with you?” he yells as she yanks her body dramatically away from Kayden, pulling her arm free from his grip. Trixie looks from me to Kayden with not an ounce of regret in her eyes.
    This bitch is getting a high off of the hurt she’s caused.
    “What? I only asked a simple question? I was curious. How was I to know she’d go all crazy and attack me! She’s lucky I’m not speed dialing my father’s attorney to draw up assault charges on the crazy bitch!” She tries to defend herself and act all innocent.
    She’s making me feel like I’m losing my fucking mind. She cannot be serious right now?
    I take a few steps, closing in the gap she’s made between us and jab my finger toward her expressionless face…which I can’t fully blame her since she’s had so much work done to the train wreck that is her face.
    “You may be blonde, Trixie, but you’re far from being that stupid. You’re an evil bitch who has no fuckin’ life, so you get your kicks from making everyone around you miserable! You think Savannah’s slap hurt? Just remember, I throw punches, bitch, and I don’t hold back. You even think about causing any more heartache for Savannah, and I’ll beat your ass seven ways to Sunday!”
    She can try to make herself perfect and beautiful on the outside, but it’ll never hide the fact that she is as ugly as they get on the inside. That ugliness makes her outer beauty look fake and superficial. That’s why she hates Savannah and is doing everything in her power to hurt her. Because she knows Savannah is something she’ll never be— the complete package . Beautiful not just on the outside but where it matters most to Kayden; Savannah is beautiful on the inside with a heart of gold. That is why she has Kayden and Trixie doesn’t.
    Kayden’s eyes burn with anger and the rage coursing through him at the moment is physically noticeable as his fists clench at his sides. His chest rises and falls rapidly as his arms shake from the need to probably punch something. I know the feeling; it’s consuming me at the moment also. But for myself, I’m not sure who the hell I want to punch more: Kayden or Trixie.
    Dixon and Braxton scurry out of the booth and quickly get to Trixie’s side.
    “Let’s go, Trixie. I think you’ve done enough damage for one night with your big ass mouth,” Dixon says to her with his voice low and gruff. He gives me a sympathetic