Claiming Crusher (Savage Brothers MC #4)(48)

When we get back to the house, Gun insists on going inside and making sure everything is okay. After he inspects every room he comes back down. I’ve already downed some meds. I’m sitting on the couch and trying desperately not to cry until he leaves. I don’t know why the possibility that Zander is only with me to try and fix what he couldn’t with someone else hurts… so deeply. I know I’m probably not even acting logical. Then again, I’ve never been logical. All I know right now is my world is upside down, because with Zander I wanted one thing. I wanted a piece of something good. Something that was all mine. Something that had nothing to do with anything or anyone else, just me.

I’m so broken and lost in my own misery that I don’t even realize I’m already crying until Gun comes and sits beside me and pulls me into his arms. The echoes of my cries can be heard in the quiet room. Gun says nothing, he just holds me. Turns out that’s exactly what I needed because I just let it all out. I cry for everything I’ve lost over the years, everything that’s been done. I cry for everything I want and everything I’ll never have. I cry for me. I grieve for me and then when I’ve finished, I cry for one other person. I cry for Melly, for a girl who should have had everything wonderful in the world including the best man I’ve ever known in my life. The girl whose life was stolen from her by a bastard just like Michael. I hope they get to meet each other in hell someday.





Chapter 22




Crusher


I’m f*cking pissed. I pull up in my woman’s driveway to see Gun’s bike in the driveway. When I watched the two of them leave I wanted to beat the shit out of him. I didn’t. I stayed where I was. Dragon wanted a meeting after the party with me, Bull and Dance. So, I had to stick around. In four f*cking hours, Gun never returned and now I find him here. He is not moving in on my woman. No f*cking way. That shit ain’t going to fly. I jump off my bike and make a bee line for the house. When I come through the kitchen, I can see Dani asleep on the couch with her head in Gun’s lap. He’s sitting there watching TV, combing his fingers through Dani’s hair and I see mother f*ckin’ red.

I don’t even think about it. I charge in and grab him by the upper arm and haul him off the couch. Now, Gun and I are close to the same size but I’m pissed and I catch him unaware. I can see out of the corner of my eye that Dani almost gets pulled off the couch with him, but she stops herself. I can’t stop to think of her just yet. I have Gun up and my fist plowed into the side of his face before he can get his feet under him. He sways back against a chair, but damn it. He doesn’t fall. He comes at me and lands a pretty solid hit into my stomach, but I bring my knee up, grabbing the back of his head and slamming him into it. This time he falls on the floor, blood spurting from his nose and I feel immense satisfaction until a remote control slaps me hard across the side of the face before falling to the ground.

Dani threw the remote control at me and she’s standing in front of the couch breathing fire at me. She gives me a look that could kill a lesser man and then goes to Gun’s side.

“What the f*ck do you think you’re doing?” She growls going down to inspect Gun’s nose. She yanks her t-shirt over her head and now only has on a sports bra thing that she uses to work out in. Again, I must say, f*ck no!

“What the hell are you doing? Put your motherf*cking shirt back on. Wasn’t it enough you were hanging all over each other when I got here?”

She pushes the bottom of her shirt against Gun’s nose. Asshole that he is, he just sits there and watches me.

“You have completely lost your damned mind, Zander. What the f*ck gives you the right to storm in here and start throwing punches at anyone?”

“Well hell, could it be that my woman had her motherf*cking head in another man’s lap?’

“So? It’s not like I was sucking on his cock! I was sleeping!”

“You shouldn’t be sleeping on any f*cking part of another man’s body! Besides I know you weren’t giving him head, that’d be a f*cking miracle.”

She freezes and I know I’ve gone too far. In the last couple of months I’ve done everything, but get down on my hands and knees and beg her to take my cock like that. Still, I shouldn’t have said that shit, especially in front of Gun.

“I can’t believe you right now,” she says her voice quiet, but hard at the same time.

“Yeah well, excuse me if I get pissed off when I see my woman getting close to another man.”

“Did you see me snatching Carrot by her hair and dragging her away from you?” She asks going into the kitchen. I give Gun another hateful look and this time the motherf*cker looks entirely too cocky.

“What the hell you looking at?” I growl at him.

“Another one bites the dust,” he says cryptically and I don’t have time to figure it out because, I’m busy trying to decipher Dani’s words.

“Why would you grab Carrot? I ask, thoroughly confused.

“Gee I don’t know, maybe because she keeps hanging all over what is supposed to be mine. Always with those big eyes saying Alexander this and Alexander that. It’s pretty damned pathetic.”

“Are you jealous?” I ask in amazement. That was apparently the wrong thing to ask because a kitchen bowl comes sailing at my face. I dodge to the side just in time. The bowl was metal and falls against an end table with a loud clang. Gunner walks around me and hands Dani her shirt. She takes a sandwich bag filled with ice and wraps it in a kitchen towel putting it gently against his nose with a hiss, and bites her lip. She’s so concerned about him that I want to hit the son of a bitch again. Gunner has been hurt worse from throwing punches in the ring we keep when one of us wants to let off steam. So when the son of a bitch wiggles his eyebrows I make a note to kick his ass, when he can’t hide behind my woman. “Answer me, woman! Are you jealous?”