Claiming Crusher (Savage Brothers MC #4)(19)

“…Now enough of this shit. Strip before I decide your fat ass is more trouble than it’s worth.”

“Tiny baby stop it, you’re going to scare Nic. Besides, I told you I don’t party with other women,” I argue, when I hear the shit he is spouting. I’m starting to think I underestimated Tiny, and how truly vile he is. I need to distract him so Nic can get out of here. I try to let her know that with my eyes. I never meant to put her in more danger. I just needed her to see what Dragon does. I want her safe, but right now the main threat to both of us is Tiny.

I count backwards from one hundred in my mind and promise to wash my mouth out with soap and shower a thousand times as I kiss, Tiny. I do the fake movements Michael always seemed to like. Pulling my leg up against his hip and unbuttoning his shirt.

80, 79, 78, 77…

Tiny pushes me away, but I see the sick look in his eyes. I’ll kill myself before he ever touches me. I never want another man near my body. The only time I ever think of sex is when I’m drunk and high on meds, we’ve seen how well that works out. I ignore the name Crusher that drifts through my thoughts.

“Come on over here. Let me see what you got,” Tiny orders Nicole.

She walks towards us and if looks could kill, I’d be dead right now. I can’t blame her. I try to keep the tears away, but I know I’m failing. I only wanted to save Nic from the life I have and it’s going horribly wrong and worse, Nic doesn’t even seem to want to leave Dragon.

“Take off your shirt. I want to see the merchandise.”

I can’t let Nic do this. I’m about to push her away and jump on Tiny with my nails, my fists, my legs, my teeth anything and everything I can and let her run, when I see she is palming a knife. I hope she goes for his jugular. If she can stab him in the neck he’ll go down and we can run.

We need to run—preferably to Mexico.

“Oh yeah, look at those big-ass tits. I’m definitely going to bury my cock in those f*ckers. I think you’re starting to grow on me, puta.”

I want to kill him. If Nic doesn’t kill him, I will. I have a lot of pent up rage, maybe I should let that out for a change.

“I’ve never done anything like this…”

I grab my hands to keep them from shaking. I need to be ready to help Nic and then to make sure she gets away.

“That’s okay puta, lucky for you I have.”

As Nic gets closer to him, I take a step back to give her more room to swing, giving me more room to get a running start to attack him in case she fails.

“Should I…take my bra off?” She asks, and I want to scream. Can’t she just attack already? There are black dots swirling in front of my eyes and I’m trying to breathe through them. The last thing Nic or I need is for me to pass out, it doesn’t happen often, but it can during my panic attacks.

“Oh yeah, show ole’ Tiny what you got for him.”

Nicole screams as she stabs him. She didn’t go for the neck, but it seems to work, because Tiny falls back on the couch cussing. Nic and I look at each other and we both yell for the other to run. When we discover that neither of us have keys, my heart flips in my chest.

“We have to hit the hills. We’ll circle around and come back out on the main road by Dragon’s compound!” She says.

I don’t agree but I can’t keep arguing, so we run. I don’t know how long we go. I know it’s been awhile, but it feels like forever. We’re walking in circles and mostly in silence now. Nic is pissed. I feel horrible about the mess I created. It’s just another sign of how f*cked up I am. Maybe Michael is right and I am nothing but a worthless waste of air? How many times did he tell me the world would be a better place if I would f*cking end myself? Maybe I should listen to him?

I’ve tried to defend myself with Nic. I’ve tried warning her further about Dragon. She’s not listening. She said they were taking revenge for what was done to that girl who was beaten. I find it hard to believe. Why would they care? They were so callous about her that night at the house. In my experience men don’t care about anything if it doesn’t pertain to them. I’m so tired. I thought escaping Michael would give me a life, a chance to be…normal. That hasn’t worked out. I’ve only managed to hold on because of Nic and Ray and now Nic is so upset with me. If I lose her…

“I’m sorry, Nic,” I say again, because without Nic, I don’t think I could go on.

“Forget it. I understand, but you’ve got to trust me when I tell you Dragon is nothing like Michael,” she responds.

I hope she’s right. I really do.

“Should we try getting off the trail and sliding down the mountain to see if it might end up near the road?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady, knowing we’re so high up, sliding might be more dangerous than facing Tiny and whatever goons he’s called for help. I think of Beast and the betrayal I feel in my gut…it hurts. Why did I trust him?

“Hell if I know at this point, Dani. You know my parent’s. Our trips to Lexington and Louisville were their idea of hiking. I don’t know shit about climbing hills—or directions apparently.”

“Did you hear that?” I ask. Someone is following us and they’re closer than they’ve ever been. I stare at Nicole. I can’t panic. I can’t. I show Nicole a big rock behind me, we’ll have to hide behind there. It’s not much, but it’s better than being out in the open. We crouch down behind it and I grab her hand hard. God never hears me pray, but I pray that he makes sure Nicole makes it through this.