Angel's Halo: Guardian Angel by Terri Anne Browning Page A

it shattered against the wall behind him and having-a-good-time Colt was no more. I groaned as I saw that damn look enter my little brother’s eyes.
    “What the fuck is your problem?” he snarled at Raider.
    “Your damn whistling was hurting my ears,” Raider snapped back.
    I emptied my bucket into the sink and ran some hot water to wash it out before turning to watch them. Colt took a threatening step in Raider’s direction. “What’s wrong, Raid? Didn’t you get your dick sucked this morning?”
    “Fuck you, motherfucker.” Raider wasn’t going to back down, and got in Colt’s face. “The next time I see you smack Quinn’s ass I’m gonna to cut off your fucking dick.”
    I leaned back against the sink and crossed my arms over my chest, deciding that this had just turned into something worth watching. Since when did Raider care about anything to do with Quinn? He’d spent more time ignoring her over the years than actually speaking to her. I doubted he knew anything about her other than that he had fucked everyone of her sisters on a regular basis.
    As for Colt and Quinn, that was something completely different. Colt didn’t call many of our club brothers’ friends, but Quinn was another story. Maybe they weren’t best friends in the traditional sense of the word, but for Colt, Quinn was as close as it got.
    “Me smackin’ Quinn’s ass is none of your business, dickhead. I’ll smack it, caress it, and even lick it any time I fucking feel like it. You don’t get a say in any of it. She’s not yours and she never will be. Quinn is too good for your sorry ass. So leave her alone, brother. Or I’ll be the one cutting off dicks.”
    I saw the fire flash in Raider’s eyes, knew what was coming next, and moved quickly before they tore the bar down. Colt was closer to me so I grabbed hold of him and jerked him back before stepping between them. Just because I’d put myself in the middle didn’t mean that they would keep from going at each other’s throats, but at least I could kick a little ass in the meantime.
    “Enough!” I yelled at them both when Colt took a threatening step closer and Raider tried to go around me to get to him. “Are you two seriously fighting over a chick? Is she really worth two brothers coming to blows?”
    Colt turned his pissed-off glare onto me. “She’s worth everything.”
    “Quinn is a good girl. She deserves more fucking respect than you show her,” Raider raged behind me.
    “You’re one to talk,” Colt growled. “You’re the one that disrespects her every goddamn day.”
    “I stay away from her, so how have I disrespected her?”
    “Because she’s fucking in love with you, or she thinks she is at least. And you go to the clubhouse and hook up with one of her sisters at least once a week. Her sisters rub it in her face every damn time, dumbass.” Colt picked up a bottle of Jack Daniels and jerked the top off, swallowing a good two shots directly from the bottle before slamming the bottle onto the bar top. “You break her heart all the time, and I’m the one that has to put it back together again.”
    Behind me Raider had gone oddly quiet and I turned to face him. His face was pale and there was an almost haunted look in his eyes. When he remained mute Colt muttered a curse and stomped into the back room. For nearly a full minute, Raider just stood there, as if he were frozen in place. I grimaced and picked up a clean bar rag then slapped him across the face with it.
    He didn’t flinch, but at least he looked like he was breathing again. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Fuck.” It was louder this time and with his next breath he was bellowing the word. “Fuck!” He walked out without another word and I knew he wasn’t going to come back any time that night.
    “Ah, shit.” I shook my head as I glared after first one brother and then the other. Looked like it was going to be a long fucking night.

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    The bar was crowded with almost every club member by