Wild Ones (The Lane) Read Online Free

you boys your beer but until Prince Charming speaks up, he’ll be thirsty.”
    “You’re not my type, sugar,” a low voice all but growled at me. If I hadn’t still been looking right at him, I wouldn’t have known he had even spoken. His facial expression never changed, remaining a mask of cool indifference and maybe a little contempt.
    I grinned wide and out of the corner of my eye I caught the startled expressions of the others at the table.
    “I know I’m not, Charming. I have more than two brain cells. Don’t worry though, you’re not my type either.”
    His head jerked in my direction and once again I was being assessed, measured. I stared steadily back, arranging my face to express my boredom.
    “Yeah? And what’s your type?” he asked after a minute. I couldn’t tell if he was playing with me or genuinely curious.
    “Not you,” I laughed, shaking my head. “Now, you gonna tell me what it is you want to drink?”
    “Jack. On the rocks.”
    I smiled at him. It was a patronizing smile, and judging by his reaction, he knew it. His nostrils flared and I could practically see the irritation oozing from his pores. It made me smile wider.
    “I’ll be right back.”
    I could tell that Jax had been keeping an eye on me while I waited on them by the way he had their drinks ready and waiting when I reached him.
    “Are you antagonizing them?” he hissed, leaning across the bar so far that our noses practically touched. I snorted and rolled my eyes.
    “You know me better than that.”
    “I do. Which is why I’m telling you not to antagonize them. I don’t feel like breaking up a brawl tonight, Bri. I just want to finish this shift and find some pretty drunk girl to go home with.”
    “You won’t have to break up any brawls,” I reassured him. “Just keep flipping those bottles and untwist your panties.”
    No sooner were the words out of my mouth than I heard a commotion behind me and Chase’s piano playing abruptly cut off. I knew before I turned around who was going to be involved, and my heart jumped with barely contained excitement, leaving me almost breathless. Jax only confirmed my suspicions when he leaned back, shoulders sagging with resignation. I tried and only just succeeded to hold back a giddy burst of laughter that wanted to escape.
    Until I peeked over my shoulder, that is.
    In the mere minutes since I left their table, the quartet of trouble had not only started a fight, but had cleared their entire section of the floor. Suzy and Miranda were backed up with the customers, watching with horrified fascination as three faced off against the biggest bouncers our boss employed and appeared to be holding their own with very little effort.
    I searched for Dark and Brooding, finally spotting him with his back to me, the muscles there bunched under his white T-shirt. He was pinning someone against the platform and piano, and after a beat, I realized it was Chase that he had in his grasp.
    I didn’t think. I never do. I jumped forward, pushing through the people separating us and dodging tables and chairs until I was directly behind him. Vaguely, I could hear Jax calling my name sharply and I was sure he’d already jumped over the bar and was somewhere in the crowd trying to get to me. He’d never make it in time. We both knew it but only one of us was happy about it.
    I grabbed Brooding’s arm, the one reared back, ready to hit Chase for a second, third or fourth time. It was enough to get his attention, make him glance back and down. He snarled at me and I think I snarled back, as if we were two rabid wolves fighting over a kill.
    “Let him the fuck go,” I demanded and Brooding laughed, a dark sound that was somehow menacing and disturbingly sexy all at once.
    “Get the hell back before you get hurt, sugar,” he ordered, using my hold on him to shove me backward. I stumbled but regained my footing quickly, having long ago become a pro in the ridiculous heels the servers were forced to