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Kylian's POV

I didn’t get a chance to swing again. He was fast. He swung back, his own fist connecting with the right side of my jaw. I was blinded by the pain for a few seconds before I managed to swing again.

“You fucking dick!” Kieran roared, shoving his entire body against me, knocking me into a small table, sending glass flying.

I bounced back, pushing against his chest and sending him flying backward before I lunged. He managed to hit me again before I could block his blows and hit him back. He dropped his shoulder in a football stance, driving me backward across the room until I fell over the back of a chair, my feet going over my head as I rolled backward.

“Piece of shit,” I roared, finding my footing and racing toward him, ready to attack.

I didn’t get the chance. Kenyon grabbed me around my waist, throwing me back several feet while Kyle grabbed Kieran. We were both breathing heavy as we faced off from across the room. I could feel blood dripping d