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" A handful of senseless underdogs immediately lined up to have their asses handed to them, clearly thinking that Devil, long
and lean and rarely in the ring, was an easier battle than Beast. They were wrong.
Devil pulled his shirt over his head, and a cluster of women to Whit’s left dissolved into sighs. Not that his brother had
eyes for any of them; he was already hauling his wife close, lifting her off her feet, and kissing her thoroughly before turning
to the crowd, arms wide, smile on his brutally scarred face. "
― Sarah MacLean , Brazen and the Beast (The Bareknuckle Bastards, #2)