Claiming Crusher: Savage Brothers MC (33 page)

“What I’m told? Zander! I don’t have to…”

“Shut it, sweetheart. We’ll talk when I get this shit done.”

I close the door, giving Hawk the okay. I draw my gun and head out to make my woman a widow.

I make it outside and slowly move from the door. Gunfire has slowed and I mostly get to see the aftermath. It pisses me off, for this one I wanted to be in the thick of it. Taking care of Dani, was more important though. As I round the corner I see him, Michael. He’s been shot in the legs. That’s the orders I gave. I want this fucker alive. I’m going to make him eat his own goddamn dick before I end his sorry fucking miserable life. In fact, I’m so engrossed in planning my revenge that I completely miss the fact that somehow my woman got away from Hawk and is standing at my side.

“Hello, Michael,” she says. Her voice is surprisingly strong, but motherfucker I’m going to beat her ass.

Dani

“H
ellcat, I thought
I told you to keep your ass in bed, and stay safe,” Zander growls while kicking the gun that Michael had dropped farther away.

“You did, I ignored you.”

I think if it was possible steam would be coming out of his ears. It’s cute but I can’t think about Zander right now. I know he’s upset, but I needed to be the one to do this. I owe Hawk, for stepping back when I told him I needed to be the one to send Michael to hell…not to mention he gave me his pistol to do it with and helped me outside, since walking is still a major fucking undertaking. I wanted a larger gun, I don’t know much about them really, but bigger is always better I’d imagine, but he said I couldn’t withstand the kick of bigger. He’s probably right, but it still makes me sad.

“Damn it Hellcat, you’re not in any shape to be out here…”

“This fucker is mine,” Dragon says. I look up to see him standing in front of me. Michael is the only thing between us. My heart fills with warmth to see him there, even if I don’t understand it. Still, Michael didn’t beat him and sure as hell didn’t rape him, so I ignore him. Zander however, doesn’t.

“Dragon? What the fuck…How the hell are you standing here?” He asks, his voice full of shock.

I tune them out, I have other things on my mind. I stumble walking closer to Michael and Zander is right there holding my arm. I hate that I need help, but I’d rather lean on Zander than fall on my ass. Still, for this next part, I pull away.

“Do you know what I hated most about being married to you, Michael?” I’m being so calm… it feels wrong. I should be cussing or screaming or beating the shit out of him. Maybe the beating has done something to me after all? I feel…so calm and fuck, maybe even happy. When he doesn’t answer I shoot his dick. Unfortunately, I miss and it goes wide and to the right catching his thigh. Still at the sight of the blood that funny feeling increases. Definitely happiness.

“You stupid cunt! You don’t have the brains enough to finish me off. You were always weak! You should count yourself lucky that I…” he ends in a scream and I look over to see Zander has shot the fist that Michael had been shaking at me. I notice he used a smaller gun too and the wound he made is bad and bloody, but not so bad he’ll die right away. So, I guess small guns have their place. Still…

“Zander, this is my job,” I grumble, not really upset, but still I wanted to do this on my own.

“He was pissing me off. It was either stop him or kill him completely, I should be rewarded, Hellcat.”

I shake my head, but I smile. Yeah…happiness… it’s a great fucking feeling.

“Oh will you quit whining?” I growl at Michael when he keeps holding his hand and shit…is he crying? I didn’t do that shit when I was being beat.

“Melinda, we should talk about things. I can,” Michael starts and I have to stop him. His voice annoys the fuck out of me.

I shoot him again, this time I wanted to shoot him in the head. I really hate the name Melinda, but it goes wide with the kick of the pistol. I thought I only hit the cement he’s lying on because there’s dust, but when it clears he’s bleeding from his ear. Good enough I suppose.

“I hated your smell,” I say when it becomes apparent that he’s not going to respond. I would smell you everywhere around the house. I’d bleach the place down and still your smell would be there. I can’t even describe it. You were like something I couldn’t get rid of, that was slowly rotting away…”

“The clap?” Zander asks.

“And I…” I stop to look at Zander… “What?” Seriously, the man is nuts.

“The clap? Ole’ Michael here reminds me of something like that. Rot your dick off and impossible to get rid of.”

“They make medicine for the clap, Zander.”

“Yeah they do for Michael too,” He says and shoots him in the dick and sadly his shot doesn’t go wide. Michael screams and cries like a little baby.

I hold my head down. “I wanted to do that,” I pout.

“You were taking too long, now I didn’t kill him but if you don’t do it soon, I’m going to.”

“Zander!”

He shoots him in the other hand.

“Fine! Jesus you’re impossible,” I growl upset that he’s making this go way too fast.

“We own the police here Hellcat, but there will still be too much to contain. Not to mention, you’re taking too fucking long and about to fall over,” he explains, and then he makes it all better… “Plus this whining piece of shit is taking up too much of our air. He doesn’t deserve to get anything from you sweetheart, except a load of lead.”

I look up at him and smile. Well as much as I can, because it fucking hurts.

“Michael?”

He doesn’t answer and Zander’s heavy sigh is almost comical.

“Michael,” I begin again. “Consider this payback for the gardener who was a nice guy, who had family and loved ones.” I shoot him in the stomach. Michael is starting to look blue and his voice is getting weaker. I probably should hurry this along. “This is for Ms. Martens,” I tell him, shooting him in the stomach again.

“Hellcat…” Zander warns.

“This is for all the other people you hurt,” I shoot again at the opposite leg and hit somewhere along the thigh. Zander of course sighs again.

“This is for raping me,” I whisper, and I hate that some tears escape with that confession. I shoot him in the area of his dick again. Michael isn’t doing anything by this time. I don’t know if he’s alive or dead, but I can’t stop. “This is for letting Donald rape me,” I say again, crying harder now, and that just pisses me off. “This is for making me hate myself,” I shoot him in the head. I don’t stop until the hammer of the gun clicks and bullets won’t come. “Let me have your gun!” I growl at Zander, dropping the gun I had to the ground.

“Hellcat, honey…”

“Give me your damn gun!”

“Hellcat,” he starts again.

“Zander!”

“Jesus, I am going to tan your ass when you get better woman,” he grumbles handing me the pistol he’s been using.

“This is for making me hurt…for making me run…for causing me to get my friends mixed up in any of this…for hurting Nicole and Dragon…for killing Frog…” I add all I can think of until Zander’s pistol is out of bullets. I would have demanded another gun and kept going, but Zander picks me up and takes me to Hawk.

“Take her back to her room and this time do what I fucking tell you and keep her there,” he growls. He’s mad, but even so he kisses my face gently and whispers into my ear, “I’m so fucking proud of you, Hellcat.”

Then I’m in Hawk’s arms and going back inside. I can hear Zander growl at Dragon, but I let it go. He can handle his own shit. I’m suddenly very tired.

Crusher

M
y woman has
motherfucking balls of steel. Jesus. She fucking amazes me. Even with all the shit going on I couldn’t be more proud of her. I knew she was special from the first moment I saw her, but fuck, I had no idea.

I’m on lock down, per Dragon’s orders. I haven’t told Dani. I don’t want her worrying. With Michael gone, she’s going through some shit. She’s not really talking to me about it, and that shit needs to stop. I’m fully expecting to have my patch taken and voted out of the club. The branding of the tat is going to hurt like a motherfucker, I’m okay with it. If I had to go back I’d do it all again.

Besides, the fact that Dragon felt it was okay to fake his own fucking death and tell the President of other clubs and not let his VP, or his Enforcer know speaks volume about the shape of this fucking club. It’s not completely Dragon’s fault, Bull and I are responsible too, but I’m still fucked up about it. The more I talk to Diesel, the more I am sure that a change of setting would be good for Dani and me. Diesel and I were just as tight back in the day as I was with Dragon. I respect him and I’m pretty sure it’d be a good move.

“What are you thinking so hard about, Cowboy?” Dani asks.

“I’m thinking how motherfucking lucky I am to have you,” I tell her and it’s the truth.

“Yeah, I’m a real catch,” she sighs holding her hand up, the one with the missing finger, to look at it.

“You are, Hellcat. You’re everything and more than I could have imagined.”

She shakes her head no, but squeezes my hand.

“Have you talked with Dragon? Is Nicole okay?”

Nicole went into early labor the day of the funeral. She was too early in the pregnancy and the baby had some major problems, but the little guy is a fighter and gets to come home soon. Nicole has led my brother on a major fucking twisted trip. It’s been so bad between her and Dragon that even my woman took Dragon aside and gave him advice. I never thought, I’d see that. Still after a couple of weeks it looks like they’ve found their way back together.

“Yeah baby, the doctors even think Dom can come home soon,” I tell her.

She smiles, “That’s good.”

“What do you think about going on a trip with me when you’re able?” I ask her because before I make a final decision I need to know. I’m doing nothing without my woman from here on out.

“A trip?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. I’m thinking a change of scenery would do you good. Diesel asked me to come help him out at his club and I’m thinking about it. I think Tennessee would be good for the both of us.”

“Tennessee?”

“Yeah baby, we could rent a house on the water, I think you’d like it.” I watch her face closely. I don’t want to do anything she’s not a hundred percent on board with.

“Zander, I’m pretty messed up. I don’t think…I’m not sure I’m ready for…I mean, I love you, I do. But, there’s just…”

I put my fingers on her lips. I know where she’s going, and I just can’t let her go there. She will heal. I will get her there. It’s just going to take time.

“Do you want me?”

“Well, of course, but…”

“Then we take each day together. No promises, no pressure,” it kills me, but I understand. She looks sad, but doesn’t argue. I start to say more when there’s a knock on the door, I let it go and get up to answer the door.

When Bull, Dragon and Dancer are all at the door, I know the time has come.

“We need to talk,” Drag says, looking around me at Dani lying in the bed.

“Yeah, okay. Can I say goodbye to my woman first?” I ask quietly, because I don’t want Dani to know what’s going on exactly.

Dragon nods and I close the door, and walk back to the bed.

“Hellcat, I got some club business going on. I’ll try and hurry back. You can text me though, okay?”

“Is everything okay?”

“It’s perfect and when I get back we’re Tennessee bound… sound good?”

“If you’re sure…” she says hesitantly, and I think she sees that I’m holding stuff back but she nods. I give her a kiss. It’s not as passionate as I want, but still sliding my tongue inside to taste her, soothes me. I’ll handle this and get back to my woman soon.

I close the door behind me and look at my brothers.

“You called me out,” Dragon says and his face is remote, but I think I see a flicker of something there that lets me know my brother hates this fucking shit as much as I do.

“I did,” I can’t deny it and I wouldn’t.

“It can’t go unanswered. Out back in the yard, meet me in ten. I win, you get the cooler for a couple days while I arrange the vote. You win, you get the President patch.”

Fuck, and I say fuck for two reasons. I told Dani to text me and if I get the cooler, I’m not going to have a cell phone and even if I do, there’s no signal. Secondly, I may strike at Dragon because I’m pissed at the way he did stuff, but I’m the one who fucked up here, so I’m not gonna even try to win. Dragon is President of this club and even if I don’t like how he did things with Michael, it was brilliant, proving he is a leader. I’m not. I don’t even want to be.

“See you in ten,” I say resignedly, because fuck, this is going to hurt.

Dani

“H
ow are you
feeling?” I look up to see Nicole standing at the door.

I was hoping it was Zander. I haven’t heard from him in two days. I wanted to ask the others, but they don’t really talk to me and I don’t want to make myself look stupid by asking for a man who might not want me anymore. He’s not even answered my texts.

“Bored,” I answer, turning my attention back to Nicole as she comes in and closes the door. “How’s Dom?”

“He’s good, really good. I was hoping we could talk for a little bit, if you’re not too tired.”

Things are stilted between me and Nicole now. She held me responsible for Dragon’s death and I understand. I hold myself responsible too. I want to fix it, but I don’t really know how. I’m hoping time manages to do it.

“Nah, I’m bored out of my mind. I’m thinking about going outside and walking a little bit. I need to feel the sunshine on my face.”

“Zander wouldn’t like you overdoing it. You’ve healed a lot, but you were in bad shape.”

“Yeah well, I haven’t heard from Zander, so I’m not sure that matters now.”

“I uh…You don’t know?” She asks, her voice sounding surprised.

“Zander is under lockdown by the club. They’re having a vote today to decide on kicking him out of the club,” she answers.

“But…he and Dragon are like brothers…that doesn’t make any sense.”