Free The Brawl by Davida Lynn Page B

want to join them? Huh? It’d be a real shame to watch your friends get their asses kicked, ‘specially knowing you coulda done your part to help.” The dozen or so outside the bar didn’t say a word. Of the twelve, eight were men, all with adrenaline pumping in their veins like animals on the hunt. They were more than content watching the fight, though.
    Turning back to the men, Kitt shrugged, “I offered. Sorry. Last chance, assholes. Apologize to the waitress, and this ends here and now. Colt and I just got done rockin’ the fuck outta this little berg, and we’d oblige you to let us leave in peace. If not? That’s on you.”
    Colton and Kitt watched the men do their best to think. Their minds worked slow, like ungreased gears struggling to move for the first time in years. The Wade brothers wanted nothing more than to go back inside, finish off the round, and drag themselves to the motel. The hayseeds were the only thing standing in their way. It was up to Gerry, Earl, Billy, and Jimmy Vee
    The men looked at each other, all looking for weakness in the others’ eyes. One chink in the armor was all it took, but they were prideful men, and not one of them wanted to be the one to admit fear. Earl, Billy, and Jimmy Vee all turned their foggy eyes to the man in the middle, Gerry. He, in turn, looked back at Colton and Kitt. The twelve people had turned into something closer to twenty. They were all standing outside the Tipping Cow, the tension swelling. Not one heart rate slowed.
    “Bring it, you good for nothing fucks!” Gerry ran forward, shouting the words like a rallying cry.

Kitt wanted to shake his head. They were always so eager to try and tackle. Rookie mistake, he thought as he took in the man’s step. The asshole who started this whole mess was light on his feet, and even though he was putting his shoulder down to ram into Kitt, there’d be no real weight behind it. Kitt could easily throw his nearly two hundred pounds into the man and drive him straight into the ground. Rookie mistake.
    Two of the men were coming at him, and the other two were going after Colton. Kitt turned away from his brother the second that the fight began. Colton could handle himself, even when he was far too drunk to drive. There was something instinctual in him that made Kitt’s younger brother a beast. It came out when Colton was singing in front of a crowd of thousands, or when he was fighting in front of a crowd of tens. Kitt smiled, knowing that this crowd was in for a show nearly as good as the one on stage.

    Julia’s body had come alive at those words from Colton Wade. When he spoke to her, the young blonde’s back arched, and she suddenly became very aware of the movement of her breasts with each breath. Chad had cut her off before she could answer. She had been at the show, dragging Chad along like he was a ball and chain. She had been a fan of Colton and the band ever since hearing about the incident where he drunkenly drove a stolen tractor into an in-ground pool.  
    Her’s eyes went wide as she watched the four local boys go after Colton Wade and his brother. She wanted to jump in between them all and end it, but after a few drinks, the townies were unstoppable. Besides all of that, Chad had a death grip on her upper arm. She tried to pull away, causing him to only squeeze harder. There’d be bruises in the morning. She watched as Gerry and Earl went after Colton’s brother. Jimmy and Billy headed straight for Colton. Jimmy was tall, but he looked like a tree stump compared to Colton’s six foot eight frame. She silently cheered for the Wade brothers. The country music show had been one thing, but watching Gerry get his ass kicked would be a real kicker.
    The rock star had been swaying like wheat in a field, but when the words ended, he straightened right up. He looked over and gave the cute blonde a smirk, making her think that the drunkenness might have been an act all along. She clenched her fists as Jimmy