Page 35 of Hard to Hold
“Let’s do this.” Lynx’s voice boomed, echoing off the walls of the bar. “Right fuckin’ now.”
I peered over my shoulder to see my cousin standing there. Lynx looked fit to be tied; the dark scowl on his face accentuated the danger that often surrounded him. Clearly, he had walked in on the action.
“What the fuck, man?” the older guy said. “This ain’t got nothin’ to do with you.”
“The hell it don’t,” Lynx growled, then spun on his heel and waved his hand in the air. “Let’s take this shit outside. Reagan, round ’em up.”
I gave a firm push on the fist I was still holding, sending the guy onto his ass. The distinct sound of a shotgun being racked had the two fools glancing over at the bar.
Figuring this was going to happen one way or another, I turned toward the door, but not before searching out Amy. I wanted to ensure she was okay.
Her pretty brown eyes looked wary but not fearful.
“Son of a bitch!” Reagan grumbled as she pointed her shotgun toward the ceiling. “Just one Friday night. That’s all I want. One fuckin’ Friday where I don’t have to deal with a bunch of dumbasses.”
With that parting shot, we all headed out to the parking lot.
Rhys
The call came in earlier than I'd expected, but I had been waiting for it. In fact, I'd been just a block from Reagan’s when I got the call, so I arrived at the bar before the fight spilled out into the parking lot.
Climbing out of my truck, I made my way toward the idiots getting ready to throw down.
“Lynx Caine,” I bellowed. “Stand down, boy.”
Lynx flipped me off.
I sighed.
“Fucker took a cheap shot at Wolfe.” Lynx glared at the man he was toe to toe with. “I think I’m entitled to beat his ass.”
My gaze swung to Wolfe. The man looked to be in one piece, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t some damage. I'd have to get the story in a minute, though. Right now, I needed to keep Lynx from killing these boys. The guy was coiled tight, and I figured the shit going down with his soon-to-be ex-wife wasn’t helping his mood.
“Party’s over,” I informed the crowd that was gathering. “Take your asses back inside or move out.”
With a disappointed grumble, the handful of people who’d come outside turned to go back.
“Not you,” I called out to the two guys who’d obviously started this.
“We didn’t do shit.”
“Sean, don’t be a dumbass,” his friend said, although that warning was clearly coming a little late. “We don’t want no shit, Sheriff. We’ll head out.”
I glanced at Wolfe once more. When the big guy nodded his consent to let the idiots go, I turned back. “Don’t come back here tonight.”
“No fuckin’ woman’s worth this shit,” the younger guy grumbled.
I frowned, trying to catch up.
“Especially no two-bit trashy waitress.”
“Fuck,” Lynx groaned seconds before he stepped directly in front of Wolfe, holding him back with a hand on the man’s chest.
The fury etched on Wolfe’s face was something I had rarely seen. The guy was a good ol’ boy by nature. He didn’t seek trouble, but the opposite couldn’t be said.
“I’m sure she’s banged half the boys in this town already,” the younger one threw in for good measure.
Wolfe growled.
