An air horn sounded, ripping through the air.
Everyone stopped.
The fight had just seemed to start, but that wasn’t the truth. As soon as it began, half their guys ran off, and an audience surged forward.
Someone had yelled, “FIGHT!” So when that horn blasted, I wasn’t shocked to see an audience, or the phones pointed at us.
What surprised me was who had the air horn.
Cross’ half-brother.
And now I was getting a better view of him.
He was…shit. Cross was right.
I straightened from where I had jumped back to avoid an arm. Cross stopped too, a guttural sound coming from his throat.
“Bren,” he said quietly, moving the guy he was holding in front of me to block me from the phones. “Run.”
Jordan heard him too, and it clicked for both of us. He shoved a ball cap down over my face.
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