Claiming Crusher (Savage Brothers MC #4)(66)

“You can tell Mr. Kavanagh to go f*ck himself—preferably with a sawed-off shotgun and the safety in the off position.”

“I can see hiding in the hills with a bunch of uneducated Neanderthals has had an unfortunate effect on you, Mrs. Kavanagh. A shame but, hopefully, not an irrevocable change.”

“Being around real people has had a f*cking great effect on me, douche bag. Why don’t you get the f*ck out of here so I can enjoy my dinner? I got to tell you, your stink is starting to affect my appetite,” I respond and yes, I’m trying to channel Zander and sound like him. I’m rather proud of myself really.

“Really, Mrs. Kavanagh, I do hope you remember who you are, before you meet with your husband.”

I flip him off with both hands, it feels like the only thing to do.

“I would suggest you remember your station, before coming to your husband.”

“I would suggest you go to hell.”

“Do not make Mr. Kavanagh come and get you. Rest assured your punishment will be much worse if you do. You have brought enough disgrace upon the Kavanagh name.”

I stay quiet until he’s out of sight.

“I’m going to have to leave, Nic.”

She nods, but immediately tries to tell me how she can help. We go back and forth, but I finally end it, distracting her. “….Here comes Crusher. Let’s just let it go for now. You get back to Dragon.”

“What about you? Where are you going?” She asks.

“Think I’ll head down to the Den and find someone to scratch an itch,” I lie with an easy smile.

“If you want company tonight Hellcat, I’m free.”

“Hellcat?”

“It seems to fit,” he shrugs.

I get up from the table, part of me remembering the conversation we had before. Little does he know, I could never handle dragging him into hell with me.

“I don’t think so, stud.”

“Baby, I could scratch your itch so well, you’d purr for days.”

“From what I hear, your scratcher has been around so much, it’s liable to cause an itch a girl needs medicine for.”

“Didn’t realize I was dealing with Queen Elizabeth,” he replies confusing me.

“What the hell are you talking about, Crusher?” She asks.

“The virgin queen?”

Asshole. Suddenly this little conversation doesn’t feel like an inside joke. It hurts, because in every way that should count Zander had my virginity. So, I decide to hit him with my new found knowledge of his extracurricular activities. “Long way from a virgin baby, I just don’t happen to want Nikki and Lips’ sloppy seconds.”

“I could make sure you liked it.”

“Bigger men than you have tried and failed—and I do mean bigger,” I tell him before walking away.

“See? * with claws. Hellcat,” Crusher yells back and I flip him off, then continue walking away.





Chapter 32




Crusher


She’s slipping away from me. I’m in a f*cked up mess, I’ve yet to tell Dragon shit about Michael. Freak is pissed off at me, I’m doing everything I can to try and figure out how Michael and Dani are connected and where the f*cker might strike and all I can think is, she’s slipping away from me. I know it—I can feel it. On the surface you would think I am getting everything I want. Dani’s not hiding the fact that she’s sleeping with me anymore. She’s on me like white on rice lately. I’ve f*cked her everywhere imaginable and every way imaginable. We’ve f*cked against walls, on my bike, in the car, in the movies, I’ve got her off in the club while we watched the others dance or play cards—seriously you name it and we have done it. Hell, I even f*cked her on the table in the church room the other night.

So you would think I’d be a happy motherf*cker, with sore balls and a worn out dick. Well two of those are true, but I am far from happy, because Dani is preparing to run. I can’t allow that and it’s making me crazy. I need her to trust me, to be open with me. Of course she was doing that and I jumped the gun and f*cked it all up, obviously I’m an idiot.

We’re all at the beach now at Twin Rocks picnic shelter. Dragon had this idea that the club needed to spend some time together. I agreed because I get my woman in a bathing suit and I’m not a fool. She’s in my arms and we’re playing in the water while Drag and Dance grill and the other girls are taking in the sun. Bull is off talking to the other brothers and Freak is shooting me looks. I feel a tinge of guilt every time he does. I’m going to have to deal with shit and soon. Not today though. Today I need to make sure that I give Dani every reason to hang on to us.

“You’re so f*cking beautiful you make me hurt,” I tell her. We’re sitting in the water, just on the edge. It splashes against my sides as the waves push into the bank. Dani is in my lap her arms hanging loosely behind my neck, her eyes looking down at me and her legs wrapped around my waist. Her hair is wet and pulled from her face and she’s smiling…at me. If I could have this for the rest of my life, I’d be a happy motherf*cker. How often have I thought this lately? It just keeps getting truer every day.

She tilts her head to the side and looks at me, like she’s trying to figure out life’s biggest mystery.