Claiming Crusher: Savage Brothers MC (31 page)

“I’ll get him, Hellcat. I’ll get him and make him pay.”

I kiss her forehead in goodbye and slide her off my lap. I notice a hunting knife on the ground. Something about it is familiar, but I push it away. I need to get her out of here. My woman deserves to be at rest in the sunshine. When I get revenge on these motherfuckers, I know in my heart I’m going to join her. We didn’t have much in this life, but the next…the next I will make it my mission that she knows nothing but joy. I’m preparing to get her out of here, when I hear it… It’s faint, very faint, but I latch onto it immediately.

“Zander,” her voice whispers, it’s disjointed and full of pain.

“Oh fuck, sweetheart, you are hanging on. That’s my Hellcat. I knew you had balls of steel. Let’s get you home.”

It takes me awhile to get her out of there because every movement causes her pain and I can’t risk them discovering us.

“Hang on a little longer, Hellcat. Just a little longer and I’ll have you at the hospital.”

“No.”

It was one syllable but the terror in her hoarse, whispered voice spoke volumes.

“Hellcat.”

“Married. He’ll…please, Zander.”

Married. My Hellcat doesn’t know it, but she’s going to be a widow pretty fucking soon. I call Doc and arrange to have him meet us at the club. Then I try constantly to call Dragon. Each time the call goes unanswered and I’m asked to leave a message, my gut clinches. Fuck. I hope I wasn’t too late. That’s when I notice it. I don’t know how I didn’t before, maybe it was because her injuries are so damn extensive that I could look for weeks and not find them all. I don’t know, but there is a large stabbing wound in the middle of her chest. Thankfully, it’s nowhere near her heart, but there’s so much blood.

Hospital it is. I reach over and grab an old shirt that is lying in the passenger floorboard and push it into the wound. I wince because I know that fucker can’t be clean, but it’s all I can do for now. My foot presses harder on the accelerator, but inside I feel like time is running out.

Bull

W
e’re all at
the hospital. It’s a fucking mess. Dragon’s car blew up at the wedding. There was nothing left of him or Frog…nothing. My brothers are gone. Nicole is a basket case. I helped get her settled and the Doc gave her something to make her sleep. I posted Freak and Hawk outside her door and ordered them not to let her leave or let anyone in. Then Doc told us about Crusher and Dani and the rest of us came here. It’s bad…really fucking bad. I don’t think I’ve ever seen any motherfucker in this shape—let alone a woman. How she’s still breathing is beyond me.

I’m trying to keep my head today, because I know I’m going to be needed. Still, I’m having these fucking tremors in my arm and it feels like a hot poker is being jabbed in my eyes. These goddamn headaches won’t let up. They’re coming more often and it’s to the point that they are constant now. My vision is blurry as hell in my left eye. The attack that day at Dancer’s did more damage than I’ve told any of them. Fuck, the pain is crippling at times. I started popping pills like candy to just function. That’s no longer cutting it, which is why I’m here—in a fucking medical supply closet, talking to Nurse Melissa Anne Allen. She’s getting me some stronger pain meds. I could get them through the pipeline at the club, but not without my brothers finding out. I don’t need fucking nursemaids.

So I found my own route. Nurse Allen here showed up at a couple of club parties and after giving her my cock a few times, she seemed eager enough to help me, as long as she gets to keep coming to the parties.

“Do you have the stuff? I ask sounding bone-deep tired and I am….in more ways than one.

“Sure do baby, I got all you need to make you feel so fucking good you will be flying.”

“Let me see it,” I growl, wanting to get the fuck away.

“No way, I want a ride on that stallion you got between your legs. Been thinking about it all day,” she says, already pulling the blue uniform shirt over her head.

“Jesus, ’Lissa, I just gave you my cock this morning. I’m here for my brother. His old lady is in bad shape. It’s not the time to be fucking you.”

“It’s not the time to be getting shit to make you high, but I don’t see that stopping you. Come on! It can be a quickie, I’m on duty anyway.”

Fuck it. I grab her by the back of the neck and push her over the small desk, with her ass facing me. Any other woman might have second thoughts, but not her. She helps me by sliding her pants down over her ass.

“This is going to be hard and fast,” I tell her and that’s the only warning she gets. I undo my pants just enough to get my dick out.

“Just how I like it, baby,” she purrs.

I fish around in my pocket for a condom and quickly glove up. Then, I lean over her looking at the small shelf. I push shit out of the way, ignoring how it falls to the ground. I grab a large white bottle with purple writing that says lubricating jelly.

“What’s this shit for?” I ask squeezing the cold gel out in my hand.

“We use it for probes and things like ultrasounds,” she says gasping because her hand is already working her clit.

I use my free hand to slide the gel all over my latex covered cock. If I was a better fucking man I’d make sure that ass had lube. I’m not. I haven’t been a good fucking man for a while. No one has noticed and I’m fast approaching the point where I don’t give a fuck.

Once my cock is covered enough, I grab her hips and slap her fucking ass hard. She gasps.

“Well get ready to be probed by my cock then.”

She laughs and turns to the side watching me. She moves her hands over her breasts and squeezes them until the skin goes white.

I push her back around to the position I need. “Pull these fucking ass cheeks apart if you want my dick, you’re going to take it up the ass like the dirty little slut you are,” I demand.

She does as I order and her hips are bucking back against me, eager for the reaming I’m about to give her. When she pulls those cheeks apart, exposing the pretty pink rosette of her ass, I rub the head of my dick over it a few times, watching at how the clear lube, slickens up so it’s nice and wet and waiting for me. I position my hand over her mouth. ’Lissa is a screamer and while normally I dig that shit, I’m not about to be discovered in a supply closet, with my pants down and pills in my pocket.

“Bite down on my hand to keep quiet and we’ll get this ride done.”

As romance goes, it’s shit, but this isn’t about hearts and flowers. I plunge into her ass hard and her teeth bite into my hand and I growl at the flash of pain. I fuck her harder in retaliation. I’m pounding her hard. Hell my balls spank against her pussy with each thrust and she’s so wet I can feel it, even with the brief contact. Her ass is so fucking tight she’s strangling my cock. I push my hand down on her back, flattening her against the desk and causing her ass to thrust out even more. That slight movement causes those tight anal walls to flutter around my cock and I know I’m about to fucking blow.

“If you want to come with me like a good little whore you better start fingering that pussy, ’Lissa.”

She groans against my hand, but wastes no time in doing as instructed. I keep pounding her ass until I feel the heat run through my balls and feel them tighten, as my cum begins to gather. I slide out of her ass, whip the condom off and finish by jerking my load on her back and watching it run down her ass.

“Now you can smell like a dirty little slut who needs a spanking the rest of the day. I bet those doctors like working next to you smelling my jiz all over you.” I tell her taking my hand away. I wince. Damn, she made me bleed. I turn to the small sink in the corner, I take one of the rough paper towels and roughly clean off my cock and throw it on the floor. Then I wash off my hands.

’Lissa comes up behind me and runs her hands over my bare ass. I jerk away enough to pull up my pants. “No more, I need to get out and be with my brother.”

“Yeah, if they’re still out there,” she says cleaning herself in the sink as I turn away.

“Why, what do you mean?”

“She coded before I even met you here. They were working to try and bring her back.”

“You didn’t think to tell me?” I growl, opening the pill bottle and swallowing two down.

“I didn’t figure you cared. You said you hated her the other night at the club, remember? Besides I know you wanted those pills, that is more important to you,” she shrugs.

I freeze. Fuck. I want to argue, but I can’t. She’s completely right. I would have left to get the pills regardless if I had known or not.

“Later, ’Lissa.”

“Party this weekend at the club, right?” She asks, and I grunt. “Great I’ll see you then!” I guess she takes my grunt as agreement.

I go outside walking in the direction I left my brothers. As I take a few more steps I hear an announcement over the intercom.

“Code Blue emergency trauma. Code Blue.”

Fuck.

Crusher

I
slam my
fist into the wall, because I have nothing else to hit. They took her away from me almost an hour ago. They wheeled her through the metal doors on a gurney and wouldn’t let me stay by her side. She looked so pale, her skin almost having a blue tint. I spent the first thirty minutes answering questions the doctors asked, talking to the police, calling in markers all over the fucking county to keep this shit quiet, and locking it all down. The last twenty minutes I’ve been pacing back and forth waiting for someone, anyone to tell me what’s going on with my fucking woman.

Bull showed up with a few of the brothers, but honestly I wish they hadn’t. There was an explosion at the church. Hell, I had even forgotten that Dragon was getting married today. I lost him today, him and Frog and the weight of that is so heavy on my shoulders right now, I don’t even have words. I should have tried to get a hold of him sooner… I should have kept trying. I should have told him I had a lead on Dani. Would he have postponed the wedding to save Dani? I got two of my brothers killed. The shame and grief of that suffocates me. The hardest part though is the guilt of knowing that if I could go back and change it? I wouldn’t. I couldn’t risk delaying another minute to get to Dani. Fuck! As it is, it might be too late.

“Any news, man?” Bull asks. I didn’t even notice he was behind me. I’m rubbing my hand from pounding the cement wall and trying not to think about life without my woman. I wasn’t lying. It may take me a little bit to kill Michael, but once that’s done I will join her.

“None,” I answer, my voice full of frustration.

“Shit.”

“Pretty much. What happened to your hand?” I ask him when I notice a thin half-ring of blood on the skin between the thumb and index finger.

He looks down at his hand, staring at it before shrugging and stuffing it into his pants pocket.

“Who knows, at least I’m not pounding walls in with…”

“Mr. Dawson?” The nurse asks from behind me. I jerk around and walk straight to her.

“Dani?”

“Your wife is hanging on, sir. She’s being prepped for emergency surgery right now, her spleen is ruptured, and has been for at least a couple days now. We wanted to wait until she was stable. She coded once, but seems to be holding her on now. Her injuries are extensive, but right now the spleen is first and foremost on our list.”

“Can I…I need to see her before she goes into surgery.”

“Sir, that’s really not encouraged and she’s unconscious right now. Why don’t you have a seat and I’ll make sure…”

“I need to see my wife,” I demand again, interrupting her.

She frowns at me, and then nods her head. “I’ll talk to the doctor, as soon as he gives the ok, you can see her.”

“Thank you,” I say and I mean it. I think if I have to go any longer without seeing Dani’s face and reassuring myself that she was in fact still alive, they’d be sending the men in white coats down here to haul me away.

She leaves and my pacing starts again. In just a minute she comes back and leads me through a small corridor into a completely white and metal room. There are machines beeping and Hellcat is hooked up to wires and monitors and she looks so frail…so lifeless. I go to her side. They’ve set her arm and her fingers are wrapped too. The wound on her chest has been stitched and she’s been cleaned, honestly though her face is still so swollen that it’s hard for me to believe this is my woman. Then I notice something that is horrific to me, even over everything else. Her hair has been cut…no not cut…sheered.

Maybe the nurse noticed my face, I don’t know, but she answers the unspoken question.

“Sorry sir, it was best to expedite and try to get her clean for surgery. She had some rather large lacerations on the side and back of her head. It was the easiest solution. It will grow back.”

My hand reaches out to touch the baby blue cap like thing they have over her head.

“I love you, Hellcat. You fight and hold on for me and I’ll be here. I’ll be here waiting for you.”

The words seem hollow and empty. I should have something important to say, something that will make her fight her way back to me. I can’t think of one damn thing. As they wheel her out of the room, it feels like I have no reason left to breathe. I know it’s a feeling I will become achingly familiar with if Dani doesn’t survive.

“I’m here waiting for you, Hellcat. I’m right here. I’ll wait on you forever.”

As she’s taken from my sight, I realize that I am completely telling the truth. I’ll wait for her for the rest of my days and then some.

I start praying. I don’t know if it will help, but it sure can’t hurt.

Dani

I
’m so tired.
It feels like my eyes have cement blocks on them they’re so heavy. It’s all I can do to open them. When I look around and see the hospital room, terror instantly hits me. I look around frantically, knowing Michael will be there. That’s when I see him…Zander. He’s in a large recliner beside my bed. His hair is tossed every which way on his head, his face looks haggard, and there’s beard growth on his face that he’s never had before. He’s wearing jeans and a white t-shirt. He doesn’t even have on his cut. His feet are kicked out on a stool. He’s snoring and it makes me want to smile, but that would require too much movement and the pain right now is way too intense. I look over at the door and Freak is standing there by the door, arms folded and looking every inch the bad boy biker he is. I lick my lips and try to find my voice. It hurts to breathe, so I’m figuring talking is going to be worse.