Free LUST: A Bad Boy and Amish Girl Romance (The Brody Bunch Book 2) by Sienna Valentine Page A

movement, using the momentum Tanya had generated against her. As soon as she was close enough, she grabbed a fistful of Tanya’s hair and jerked, snapping her head back so hard I heard her neck make a sound of protest. Tanya let go and shrieked, but Hannah wasn’t done. Silently, she pulled Tanya out the emergency exit of the funhouse and threw her, face-first, onto the ground so hard she might as well have body-slammed her.
    Chills gripped my spine. The whole time, Hannah’s expression had never faltered. Not once. There was no emotion there at all, really. Not even a smirk as she stared at Tanya, sprawled in the dirt. The bouncer in me was impressed that Hannah could handle herself, but the more human part of me was horrified it had come to this.
    “Fuck,” I said as the door alarm blared. I stepped around Hannah to help Tanya up, hoping like hell she was all right. The last thing anyone needed was for her to press charges.
    “You whore !” Tanya raged, clawing the air in the direction of Hannah’s face the moment I helped her to her feet. I circled my arms around her waist and sighed, holding her back. “I’ll kill you, you white trash piece of shit! I’ll rip your fucking eyes out!”
    “Goddammit, Tanya!” I hissed, clenching down on her, reminding her that she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. “That’s enough!”
    Hannah shrugged. “If she wants to go, we’ll go,” she said. I shot her a withering look.
    “Not helping,” I gritted, but she didn’t seem particularly interested in doing anything to make my life easier right about now.
    Worst of all, we were drawing a crowd. Tanya, despite my best efforts, simply would not shut the fuck up. She was still doing her damnedest to make it out of my grasp, flailing and kicking, slashing the air with her nails, and screaming all manner of four-letter words—and then some—at the top of her lungs. I could see a few men were eyeing me pretty hard, like maybe I shouldn’t be holding on to her so tightly, but I knew the moment I eased up Tanya would have an elbow in my face, wrest free from my grip, and Hannah would put her down a second time.
    Jesus. What the hell had I done to deserve this?
    Oh, right. I was an asshole.
    “Let her go,” someone said next to me, and I looked over to see security had arrived. Or at least, one guy had. His eyes were dark, almost threatening, under the brim of his SECURITY cap.
    I frowned. I’d worked a couple fairs myself, and every time, they’d given us a matching shirt to go along with that cap, making us stand out even more. But this guy was wearing a plain, black muscle tank that didn’t have any kind of logo on it at all. Was the carnival dropping their standards?
    I almost asked him about it. But Tanya was wriggling incessantly, hissing through her teeth like an angry cat. “You heard him! Let go of me!”
    With an exasperated sigh, I did exactly as I was told.
    Tanya teetered a moment and I reached out to stop her fall, but the security guard got there first. He engulfed her wrist in his massive hand. Jesus, he moved fast—someone with reflexes like that had to be one of us, one of the “muscle for hire” crowd. He glared at me as he set Tanya right and I took a step back, holding up my hands.
    “We’re cool,” I told him. “The girls got into it. That’s all.”
    The guard’s eyes shifted to where Hannah had been standing mere moments before. When I turned to follow his gaze, I could see that she was gone.
    Goddammit, Hannah. The last thing I’d needed was for her to go disappearing into the crowd. This just wasn’t my day.
    Luckily, the security guard seemed sympathetic enough. “Looks like you’ve got a runner. Do I need to track her down too? Make sure she doesn’t get into any more trouble?”
    “Yes,” Tanya said. “She was—”
    “ No, ” I interrupted her. “She was defending herself.” I lowered my voice a little. “Look, man… I’m a bouncer. I was just trying to get them to