Claiming Crusher (Savage Brothers MC #4)(71)

“Perhaps later, now either you come quietly to my car or I’ll pick you up and carry you out of here. Either way is good. The stuff I put in your coffee should already be making you sleepy. I do hope I didn’t put too much, it’s hard to judge really.”

As he talks, I already know he’s right, because the room is getting blurry and I’m so tired. My arms feel like they are weighted down, they are so heavy. He’s going to get me. The thought terrifies me enough that I can fight it and get my hand on my gun. I make a quick decision to shoot him instead of me. My hands are shaking from fear and the weight of the weapon, but I pull it out and aim at his crotch. Honestly, I dream of shooting his and Michael’s dick off. I try to steady the gun and shoot but I can’t seem to get my fingers to work, to squeeze the trigger. I scream out at myself as Donald grabs the gun. He wrestles it out of my hands and then slams the butt of it against my head. Blackness envelopes me and all I can think is, I hope I don’t wake up this time.





Chapter 36




Crusher


I somehow convince Frog to leave me in charge of the f*cker we captured. I realize I’ve gone way too far to come back, but in truth I don’t care. I will do whatever it takes to save my woman. I know I was stupid and made her doubt that, but I have never thought of Dani as Melly. Melissa and I were kids, and it was a different lifetime. It was young love and it ended heartbreakingly. I mourn the loss of her life every f*cking single day, but I don’t mourn it out of some great love.

Dani and my love for her are all consuming. Honestly, it just hit me this last freaking month. Before she was an obsession, but the last month that we’ve been messing around back and forth…I’ve come to realize that she is everything I could ever want. When she smiles or laughs, I get a feeling of peace that I have never had in my entire life. She flipped her lid over the fact that I had sex with Nikki and Lips. It didn’t even matter that it happened before the two of us got together. That’s when I realized that she was feeling the same way. When she began whispering that she loved me? I drank that in, and I drank it in deep. If she dies, I won’t mourn her. Hell no. I’ll make sure I join her. It’s just that f*cking simple.

When I get into the room where the f*cker is being held, I get pissed all over again. He’s barely been worked over. I’ve seen Drag in action, so I know when he’s gone easy on a motherf*cker and the fact that he did this time, pisses me off. I know he blames Dani for what happened to Nicole, but Jesus this is just f*cking wrong. It also cements my decision. I’m essentially going rogue here. I’m ignoring a direct order from my president and I’m putting the good of one over my club. I feel betrayed too, though. I don’t think they left me with any other choice.

I stir up fear in him for a little while and then sit down. I reach in my shirt pocket, under my vest and pull out my smokes. I put them on a table and then light one, inhaling deep. I let the nicotine calm me and center me. I don’t smoke often, but then again it’s not every day your woman is in the hands of some sick f*cker and you can’t find her.

I’ve got this ass-wipe thinking I’m going to burn his balls off. He’s not really talking, so I guess the possibility is still on the table. I got my name because I used to be able to crush just about anything with my bare hands. Right now if I didn’t have to keep him alive, I’d crush his head off his neck, it would stop all the whining he’s doing. Instead, I pick up my knife. I’ll cut his skin in small strips until he gives me the information I need. If that doesn’t work then, and only then will I touch his f*cking balls. I’m sure those f*ckers stink, plus he looks like the kind of coward that’s going to piss himself.

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It takes me about an hour to get some information I can use. Still, it’s a long shot. While I was burning off fingerprints and pulling his teeth, anything that might be used for identification purposes, the f*cker finally let it slip who hired him. It wasn’t Kavanagh, but the guy set up a meeting area out at the old tobacco barn on Route 11. It’s not much, but it’s the first glimmer of hope I have. I quickly ended the mother f*cker and buried him on an old hiking trail. It’s not far away from Savage MC land and if Dragon finds out he’s going to be all kinds of f*cking pissed at me, but I don’t have the time to be neat. Every minute that Dani is gone is another one that Kavanagh might find her and f*ck….to be honest I think he already has her. I can’t even think about what might happen to her.

I decide to head back to the club. I can give them the information I have and get some back-up. I’m going to need help. I don’t know what kind of fire power Kavanagh has and I’m not about to f*ck up what might be my only chance to save Dani. When I get there Nicole is crying and everyone is gathered around, and for a minute I think Dani has already been killed. I can’t breathe. It’s like someone has my heart in their hand and they’re squeezing it so tight that the pain is debilitating.

“They have Dani, Dragon. He’s demanding I…he was torturing her. He has Dani, Dragon.” Nicole says, her words disjointed and full of pain. My world stops.

“Where Nicole?” Dragon questions.

“The old abandoned Laurel Elementary School. Dragon, we have to save her. She’s in bad shape.”

“What kind of f*cking shape?” I ask, because I can’t stop myself. I see the look Dragon gives me and the pity in his eyes, but I don’t give a f*ck.