Claiming Crusher (Savage Brothers MC #4)(64)

“Bout f*cking time,” he grumbles.

“What’s up?” I ask, my eyes following Dani as she walks into the store. She’s looking so f*cking hot in those high-as-f*ck shoes of hers and her f*cking lipstick. If I wasn’t trying to get her to forgive me, I’d push her up against the wall and make sure that every f*cker around knew who’s dick she was taking tonight and every f*cking night.

“Up? I just f*cking lied to my f*cking brothers for you, you son of a bitch and I f*cking know you ignored my message!”

My back goes straight as his words register, “What the f*ck are you talking about?”

“Surveillance showed someone snooping around Dani’s car last night. I didn’t mention what you had me digging into because if Dragon knows you suspected something and didn’t tell him, he’d shoot us both in the nut-sack for not telling him. You need to get your ass in gear and fix this soon, Crush. Cause, I’m telling you man, if you don’t tell Dragon, I’m going to.”

My head goes down and I lean against the building. Fucking-hell. “Are you sure this has anything to do with what we’ve been looking into? Maybe it’s just an obsessed fan, pissed because she’s not dancing now?” I’m grasping, I know I am, but there’s no point in jumping the gun too soon.

“Drag and the boys suggested that, but he put a f*cking lo-jack on her car. It’s not the cheap kind either, so I think we both know what we’re dealing with here, Crush.”

“Fuck. I’m stuck in town with the women. I’ll be there as soon as I get done. I need to see the footage and then I’ll talk to Dragon. Can you sit on it until then?”

Silence greets my question and I know I’m putting Freak in a twisted mess here. I’m asking a lot of him. Thing is, Freak and I are closer than the other brothers, and I know when push comes to shove we have each other’s backs. I just don’t like asking this of him.

“You get today man, and then I’m going to have to talk to Dragon. There’s just too much shit that could go bad. I warned you this Kavanagh wasn’t a f*cker to be messed with.”

“Yeah, I got it. Thanks, man. Let me know if anything else comes up. I want to stay close to Dani, just in case.”

“Yeah sure, but get your ass in here when you get your bitch settled.”

I hang up feeling like lead is sitting in my gut. I look through the glass doors of the bridal shop and Dani is up on a pedestal in a pink dress, but it’s different from the others. It is cool…frosted and I love it on her. She’s standing there with a small smile on her face, touching the dress with those sweet, soft hands of hers that make me beg and I make a vow. A damned vow that I will keep her safe and end this f*cker Michael once and for all. Not only that, but when it’s all done…I want Dani in a dress, with a smile on her face saying I do. I’m marrying that woman. I’m claiming her in every f*cking way imaginable and no one is standing in my way—especially some cocksucker in New York that gets his rocks off by hurting women.

Dani looks up and our eyes lock. Hers are haunted and I want to be the man that takes the ghosts away. I put my hand on the glass, palm open and fingers spread. I want her to know that I am her man. She studies me for a minute, and she looks so hurt, lost, alone, one of them or hell maybe all three. Then she gives me a half smile. It doesn’t reach her eyes, it doesn’t overshadow the ghosts. I need to try harder, especially since, I’m the motherf*cker who put the sadness there this time.

Yeah, I definitely need to do better.





Chapter 31




Dani


Just as I figured, trying on bridesmaids dresses blows chunks. It also seems to go on forever. I’d rather be anywhere but here. My mind is busy trying to figure out what the hell I’m going to do. My heart is hurting and I’m trying to resist the urge to take the non-prescribed type medication that used to help me. I haven’t needed to touch the shit since I went to Ray’s. I’ve always had Zander beside me at night when the panic attacks threaten to hit. Now with that damn note on my windshield, it feels like a panic attack is just around the corner. I need my head clear for this. I need to make sure Nicole and Zander are safe. So, I can’t be weak. I can’t. But my hands are shaking, my head is pounding and I really just want to crawl in a bed and sleep. Michael almost destroyed me once before. If he gets his hands on me again, I won’t survive. Then again, he’s not going to let me live. I know it. The world thinks I’m dead. Michael has the green-light to do whatever he wants to me and he will. I know he will.

I can’t sit in this fancy ass store a minute longer. We’ve all had our fittings done except Nikki and if I hear one more time how she’s had my man’s cock in her I’m going to blow a gasket. When Lips joins her that’s it. That’s just it. Jesus! I know the man isn’t a choir boy, but I don’t want to hear about him giving it to women I like.

“I need a drink!” I call out, standing up and needing to get the f*ck out of here.

Nikki and Lips are going on how they’d join me, but their men need them blah, blah, blah. If their men need them so much, they need to make sure they’re too busy to get around my man’s cock! If they join me I’d probably scratch and claw their eyeballs out like the jealous bitch I am right now. This is what Zander has made me into. Will he go back to f*cking them when I’m no longer in the picture? Shit. I don’t want to leave him. I don’t want to let go of him. The thought of him belonging to another woman besides me, feels like it’s ripping me apart from the inside out. It’s a deeper hurt than any I’ve ever had and when I feel tears sting my eyes and the breath in my lungs lodges in my throat, I know I need to get a grip.