Breaking Dragon (Savage Brothers MC #1)(20)

My brothers though? Each one was different. Crush had dark hair and skin tanned naturally by the sun. He liked the military and kept his buzz cut going, though maybe a little longer than regulation since he got out. Irish had strawberry blonde hair, which was shaggy and cut with no real direction. I secretly thought he just took the scissors and chopped off a whack of hair when it annoyed him. His skin was so f*cking white! Damn shit made me want to put on my shades when he went around without a shirt. Bull? There wasn’t much pretty about him that was for damn sure. He was a brother like me. You would think he was a pretty boy; it took him a freaking hour to shave his head bald. He wasn’t, he was quiet and rarely smiled. As club enforcer that shit worked though. Gunner and Freak were different as night and day and they were real brothers. Freak was covered in tats, hair that was thick and long and covered most of his face because he didn’t give a shit. Gunner was blonde, blue-eyed and could have been a surfer dude. He didn’t really fit in with our rough ass crew. I liked him though. He was a straight shooter and I figured he’d be the one to have trouble with this shit, since he brought Twist in. He was remaining quiet though. I appreciated it. Now if Crush would quit dogging my ass about it. I had shit I wanted to do tonight. Namely Nicole, damn bitch had me dying for her again. She was going to be deep trouble. I knew it. Fuck, I saw it coming head on, but I couldn’t stop that shit. I didn’t even want to.

“Are we done with this f*cking convo now boys, or do I have to sit here and watch you jerk your dicks before I can leave?” I growl. Crush gave me a pissed off look but he nodded with the others.

“Then it’s settled. Gun, Twist trusts you. You hang by his side both when he knows and especially when he doesn’t. Freak you are there when Gun ain’t. You get so far in his shit, you gotta shower.”

“We hear ya Boss,” Freak said. Gunner just nodded his silent agreement. That was his way. Man didn’t talk much. It might weird some out. Me? Hell no. I knew when Gun talked I should listen, so it worked.

“Crush you and Bull get started on your roles in this shit fest. I need answers by yesterday. I need to know what’s going on this week, before we find ourselves in a f*cking mess.”

“What if the man is innocent and we do this shit to him? What then Drag?” Crush questioned me yet-a-f*cking-again. At least this time he didn’t sound like a damned sullen little bitch face about it.

“Then I take him to the f*cking side and man up. But, this f*cking shit? It’s our life. Club comes first and ain’t no mother f*cker above suspicion when the safety of our lives and our f*cking livelihood is on the line. You feeling me here Crush?”

“Yeah man I got ya.”

“Then church is mother-f*cking-adjourned. Smoke’m if you got’em but I’m off, got somewhere I need to f*cking be and it ain’t with you pricks.”

“Hold up Boss, I’ll head out with you.” I was already heading for the door but it didn’t surprise me to hear Gunner. He had been silent, but he brought Twist in, he’d want to give me shit about this I’m sure. I appreciated him holding that shit in though in front of the others. If he and Crush both questioned my decisions, this meeting would have been a lot worse and definitely bloodier. They may be my brothers, but as the President, if I needed to knock heads together to prove there was a reason I was their leader…I did.

We were half way back to our bikes when Gunner finally spoke up, what he said though wasn’t exactly what I was expecting.

“Hey boss, I’m sorry. If this shit is true, then it’s on me and I didn’t mean to put the club in danger.”

“If this shit is true, it’s on Twist not you Gun.”

“I brought him in. Gave him my vote to get him on prospect status and petitioned for him to be added to the inner team. That’s on me.” Gun said, and you could hear the regret in his voice.

“If this shit holds and we find out Skull isn’t blowing smoke up our asses then Twist made those decisions on his f*cking own. You can’t take the responsibility for that shit. You always put your brothers’ first Gun. I know that. The brothers know that. Rest easy man and don’t get your tits all knotted up about that shit.”

I said trying to laugh it off. I knew what Gun was feeling, I had been in his position and it sucked.

He gave a weak smile I saw out of the corner of my eye. We pulled the side by side ATV into the garage area and bailed out.

“Want to head out to *’s for a drink?”

* Willow was a club operated strip joint where the men liked to hang out—for obvious reasons. Any other night I would have said yes. Before Nicole I would have said yes to a hell of a lot more than a drink. Since I had tasted that sassy woman, it wasn’t going to happen. There’s only one woman and one past time on my mind. It’s not any of the bitches at *’s, and it’s not drinking.

“Nah man, I got plans.”

“Crush mentioned some chick, we going to be seeing her at the club soon?” He asks as we reach our bikes.

“I’m thinking affirmative on that brother,” I said straddling my ride.

“Good stuff. Club needs fresh blood.”

“No brother. This one is off f*cking limits,” Gunner was a damn good looking man, all Californian, easy going, blonde hair and blue eyes. Fuck no he wasn’t getting around my woman.