PRIDE: A Bad Boy and Amish Girl Romance (The Brody Bunch#1) by Sienna Valentine Read Free Book Online Page A

just fine.”
    Before he could make it to the stoop, I grabbed my little brother by the back of his hoodie and pulled, making him stumble back as both Ash and I surged ahead. I could feel his gaze burning into the back of my neck, almost sense his scowl.
    I smirked. Good. Now he’s off his game.
    Ash, with his giant gorilla shoulders, managed to muscle me out of the way and knock on the door first. Not a huge surprise, I supposed, but it soured my mood. Fuck him for being a bouncer, and fuck him for being a rude little shit.
    He winked at me, and I rolled my eyes. “Whatever,” I muttered, and took an extra moment to perfect that badass look I sported so well.
    When Hannah opened the door, she looked damn nice. She had her hair down in soft curls that framed her face and really made her burnt jade eyes stand out. She hadn’t put much makeup on—and who would, for a carnival?—and I was surprised to see how well that suited her. She looked much more approachable out of that whole nightlife setting.
    She smirked at Ash, looked him over, and then leaned against the doorframe, folding her arms. “I take it from that cowlick you’ve got you brought your bike here?”
    I snickered. Ash turned to me. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”
    I put my hand over my chest in a mockery of the same gesture he’d made before. “I didn’t want to be hurtful. ”
    Hannah rolled her eyes—but as usual, she smiled—and swept her arm to invite us in. “Sarah and Beth should be ready in a minute. We had to do some shopping. And after we did some shopping, I had to convince them there was nothing wrong with the clothes they bought. So I’d appreciate it if you boys didn’t either act like a pack of lecherous wolves, or laugh at them if you think they’re still too modest. Got it?”
    “Fair enough,” Ash said, entering first—he had to duck his head to get in. Moose-lookin’ motherfucker. I tried following him, but I hadn’t answered Hannah and she took exception to that. Her arm shot out, hand clutching the doorframe an inch from my nose, barring entry.
    I stared at her. She said, “I’m serious, Reid. They’re vulnerable. Be nice. Understand?”
    If any other woman in all the world had tried to get tough with me like that, I probably would’ve laughed right in her face, batted her arm away like it was marshmallow fluff, and never given her the time of day again. But there was a ferocity in Hannah’s eyes that rivaled even Wyatt’s when he was on the edge. I could tell, in those few seconds of silence between us, that she was dead serious. That whatever silent threat she was making was one she’d follow through on. That she had the capability and the motivation to protect her sisters, whatever the cost.
    I could see, too, that it wouldn’t be the first time she’d made that kind of sacrifice. Raising my brows, I nodded to her and she lowered her arm to let me through. Damn. Now I was off my game, too. But at least it told me that Hannah wasn’t going to take any shit from Ash. She probably saw right through him. Which, once I got my groove back, would mean I had an advantage. Again.
    “Nice job picking the scary one,” I whispered once we were in the small sitting room near the front door. “Really, I mean it. That’s a stellar sense of self-preservation you got there.”
    But Ash wasn’t looking at me. He was watching Hannah close the door and walk down the hall, probably to where Beth and Sarah were. “She loves her sisters and wants to take care of them,” he murmured. “I get that.”
    Wyatt shot me a look from the corner of his eye. I shrugged. I had no idea what was up with Ash tonight, but damn, he almost seemed to… respect her. The chick he’d made a bet with all of us about, the terms of which were that whoever fucked the woman of their choice first, wins.
    I ran a hand through my hair uneasily. I couldn’t afford to think too much about it. Not if I wanted to keep my head in the game,