Free The Brawl by Davida Lynn Page A

back and forth to each other. Earl was a farmhand, and it showed. Jimmy was a welder, muscular but lean. Earl and Jimmy had seen more action than Gerald, and they were prepared for anything. Earl had a scar down his left calf from a knife fight a few years back. Some immigrant and strolled into town and walked around like he owned the place. The fence-jumper got what was coming to him, but not after giving Earl a scar he’d wear for the rest of his life.
    The three locals stood, confused as the two brothers bantered like they weren’t about to get beat into the dust. “Are we doin’ this or ain’t we?” Gerry was sick of the bullshiting back and forth between the two. His adrenaline was pumping, and he had psyched himself up plenty. The city-slickers were barely standing, and Gerald’s gang had two men up on them.
    “Fuck ‘em up, Ger!” Someone from the crowd called out.  
    Gerry felt a surge of pride and an additional boost of adrenaline. They were going to teach the big time rockstars a thing or two about respecting the locals.

    Colton spun in that direction, “Alright, who’s the naysayer? Ain’t we got anyone on our side, here?” He laughed through the last question, resting his hand on his brother’s shoulder. His view turned back to the blonde. He gave her that winning smile, looking for a reaction from her. She was standing next to some jerk-off, but the body language said she’d rather be somewhere else. The hottie had her arms crossed over her flannel shirt chest, and she was holding her weight on the foot opposite the douche.
    When she gave Colton the inkling of a smile, he gave her a nod, despite how heavy his head felt. “Pleased to meet ya, little darlin’. Djou come to the show t’night?” She smiled, but it was sad. Colton cocked his head at that sight. He may have been a womanizer, but he never did nothin’ to hurt a lady, and that beautiful butterfly had hurt in her eyes. That’s when Colton looked to the jag bag standing beside the beauty.
    Her mouth opened, but the jerk-off boyfriend was quicker, “Hey, don’t talk to my fuckin’ girlfriend.” She looked to the ground in a hurry, her mouth shutting. Man, this town fuckin’ blows, Colton thought. He may have been a playboy from top to bottom, but treating a woman like he owned her was one thing Colton never did. Fucked ‘em into submission, sure, but never treated them like an object. Remembering the reason they were outside in the first place, Colt turned back to the three dickheads.
    “Four against two. Now, that don’t seem fair, do it Kitt?” Colton had a grin on his face that made the leader of the group twist his head to the side. The drunk rocker looked downright cocky. Colton could almost read the asshole’s face. It looked like he was itchin’ to say, “You’re outnumbered, off kilter, and cocky to boot? Fuckin’ asshole’s gonna get what was coming to him.” Bring it on, asshole. Bring it on.
    Gerald looked to the older brother, whose eyes were hidden beneath his stetson. The smile on that one’s face scared Gerry. That one was stone sober and built like a brick shithouse. Solid muscle from top to bottom, and he hadn’t flinched once since stepping outside.

    The cool night air made Kitt feel every bit of sweat on the back of his neck as they stood outside the bar. It didn’t matter how many fights he got into, his heart always pounded. It wasn’t nerves, and it wasn’t fear. Even with his younger brother drunk of his ass, the two of them would have no problem dispatching the four local yokels that decided to pick a fight with the Wade brothers.
    Kitt looked up, his stinging eyes making regret begin to surface in Gerry’s mind. A light outside the club seemed to reflect in those eyes, making the older brother seem cat-like and dangerous. “Don’t seem fair at all. I’ve walked away from fights with men twice their size.”
    The older brother turned to the crowd, his pearly whites showing, “Anyone