Claiming Crusher (Savage Brothers MC #4)(42)

“Ra…” I squeeze Dani, before she can say anything. I got this. The sooner I take care of him the sooner I get her and hell I need to get her, and soon.

“That’s right. My girl.”

“Weird she hasn’t mentioned you in the month she’s been living with me.”

Heat hits me and anger fills my body. What the f*ck? What the ever-loving f*ck? She left me and moved in with some Arnold Schwarzenegger wanna-be, with a pretty face. I look at Dani and she’s staring at the other guy and she looks like she could spit fire at him, so I relax, marginally.

“You’re not helping, Ray,” she says, and I sneer. Ray, *-ass sounding name.

“Not trying to help Kitten, just wondering why you’re making out with some man in the middle of the bar.”

Kitten? Fuck that shit, right there.

“Who the hell is this Ray, Hellcat and explain fast before I end his ass right here.”

‘Ray’ looks away from Dani and back to me. He takes me in and that’s fine. I want him to, because I’m about to beat his ass down. He needs to see the motherf*cker that is about to make him bloody.

“Jesus, you said Nicole got mixed up and attached herself to a biker Kitten, you didn’t say you had done the same thing.”

Hand to God, if this motherf*cker doesn’t stop calling my woman Kitten I’m going to make sure he doesn’t have a voice to use. That way he won’t be able to say anything ever again. That’s probably the thing to do really because his voice is annoying as hell.

“I’m not mixed up with a biker, Zander and I are…”

“Fucking like rabbits,” I interject before she can say anything that might piss me off even a tenth more than I already am.

She lands a hard elbow into my side and I grunt, pulling away to rub the spot her blow landed.

“What the f*ck is that for?”

“Because you’re pissing me off!” She says.

“Well join the f*cking crowd. It doesn’t quite fill me with rainbows and little pink ponies to find out my woman has been living with another man.”

“I haven’t been…little pink ponies?” She stops mid-sentence to ask, looking exasperated, and sexy as hell.

“Yeah those damn…”

“I know what they are, I’m just…I have no words.”

“So this is the guy you’ve been mooning over for the last month?” I look up to see yet another pretty boy standing in front of us, although this one has way-less muscles and is shorter—more Dani’s size than me or the terminator-wanna-be.

“Jesus, Nic told me you were living with two men, I guess I should have listened,” I grumble taking my hand away from her and raking it over my face and then massaging the tension in my neck. How the f*ck do I handle this? I need to take her ass back home and tan her hide. Hell, maybe I should lock her in my room until the only cock she can ever think about is mine. That idea definitely has merit. I look up when I hear a table being scooted beside us. Hellcat has another bottle in her hand and she’s aiming it at my head. Arnold has his arms around her and is pulling her away from me. Now, I should be grateful, but I kind of want to rip his arms off his body and beat him to death with them.

“What the hell you coming after me for? You’re the one sleeping with two men! After you yanked my cock out in the middle my club, woke Junior up to play and then poured an expensive bottle of Jack on it and leaving my heart broken.” Okay, by this time I’m poking her like she was an angry bear more than anything else. It’s f*cking fun to watch her and I’m a sadistic S.O.B.

The twins, and I mean that in the form of the bad Arnold and Danny Devito movie from way back when, freeze and look at me like I have three heads and then back at Dani (who tries to fly at me again), and then they do the strangest thing. The tall dude kisses Dani on top of the head and whispers something in her ear. The smaller one, hugs her and then they look at me. I expected shit to be thrown so I could finally beat them down. Instead I get an invitation.

“Come on up to the bar and we’ll get you a drink on the house,” the smaller one says.

I turn to look at Dani, trying to figure out what her mood is, and where her head is at when she just shrugs and walks towards the bar. I look at her buddies and they basically do the same, except Arnold slaps me hard, a little too hard, on the back and we follow her. At least I’m not the only one chasing after her, but I am going to make sure I’m the only son of a bitch who catches her. Ever.





Chapter 19




Dani


I want to kill Zander for being such an idiot and I’m pissed off that yet again he’s insinuating I’m sleeping with two men. I would have thought he knew me better by now. It is one thing that I lead others to believe that’s who I am, but he should know better. I’m trying my best to get away from Ray so I can brain the big, dumb-ass Cowboy up the side of his head with this bottle. Him or Paul (I can’t see who) takes the bottle away and then Ray kisses the top of my head. He bends down to whisper in my ear and I go still. Still. It’s all I can be when I take in his words.

“Damn Kitten, when you leap, you go all in. Welcome to the land of the living, Doll-face.”

Once I’m still Ray lets me go. My urge to kill Zander is over though. Instead I let Ray’s words settle inside of me. He’s not wrong. When Zander is around I am…alive. I’m usually frustrated and wanting to kill and scream like a banshee—but I am alive. Never once, not once since getting close to Zander, (and really before that) have I been afraid of him hurting me physically. In fact, I’m so comfortable with that knowledge that I strike out at him, without the usual sick fear that comes when I’m around a man—any man. That is…extraordinary. It says…so much. Then, I concentrate on Ray’s other words. When I decide to jump… Shit! I’ve already jumped. I’m so deep into whatever this is with Zander that no matter what happens, he’s going to take a piece of me. That is stupid. That is monumentally stupid. I don’t have many pieces left, certainly not enough to be giving them away. It’s too late and just thinking of the consequences robs me of my voice. So, all I can do is shrug at Zander and walk towards the bar. I need to regroup.