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LARA
“Lara,” Chance said, pulling on my arm. “Let’s go.”
By now, there was a whole crowd around Luke and I couldn’t even see him. Chance held my hand, and since security knew who he was, they let us both out onto the track. Troy was walking away from the fray, not even bothering to see if Luke was okay. I wasn’t the only one who saw the smile on his face as he strolled past.
“You motherfucker,” Chance growled, letting my hand go. He charged after Troy and tackled him to the ground, fists flying.
Glad Chance was taking care of Troy, I rushed over and charged my way through the people surrounding Luke.
A man grabbed my arm and tried to pull me back. He was part of security, complete with bulging muscles and a hard-lined face, but I was prepared to fight my way through him. “Miss, yo
