Claiming Crusher (Savage Brothers MC #4)(82)

“Stay put, Hellcat, I’m about to go make you a widow and I need you to stay here and be safe.”

“What? Zander, you can’t…”

“Don’t argue with me, Hellcat. I got shit to handle and I don’t want to be distracted worrying if you’re doing what I told you to do, or not.”

“What I’m told? Zander! I don’t have to…”

“Shut it, sweetheart. We’ll talk when I get this shit done.”

I close the door, giving Hawk the okay. I draw my gun and head out to make my woman a widow.

I make it outside and slowly move from the door. Gunfire has slowed and I mostly get to see the aftermath. It pisses me off, for this one I wanted to be in the thick of it. Taking care of Dani, was more important though. As I round the corner I see him, Michael. He’s been shot in the legs. That’s the orders I gave. I want this f*cker alive. I’m going to make him eat his own goddamn dick before I end his sorry f*cking miserable life. In fact, I’m so engrossed in planning my revenge that I completely miss the fact that somehow my woman got away from Hawk and is standing at my side.

“Hello, Michael,” she says. Her voice is surprisingly strong, but motherf*cker I’m going to beat her ass.





Chapter 43




Dani


“Hellcat, I thought I told you to keep your ass in bed, and stay safe,” Zander growls while kicking the gun that Michael had dropped farther away.

“You did, I ignored you.”

I think if it was possible steam would be coming out of his ears. It’s cute but I can’t think about Zander right now. I know he’s upset, but I needed to be the one to do this. I owe Hawk, for stepping back when I told him I needed to be the one to send Michael to hell…not to mention he gave me his pistol to do it with and helped me outside, since walking is still a major f*cking undertaking. I wanted a larger gun, I don’t know much about them really, but bigger is always better I’d imagine, but he said I couldn’t withstand the kick of bigger. He’s probably right, but it still makes me sad.

“Damn it Hellcat, you’re not in any shape to be out here…”

“This f*cker is mine,” Dragon says. I look up to see him standing in front of me. Michael is the only thing between us. My heart fills with warmth to see him there, even if I don’t understand it. Still, Michael didn’t beat him and sure as hell didn’t rape him, so I ignore him. Zander however, doesn’t.

“Dragon? What the f*ck…How the hell are you standing here?” He asks, his voice full of shock.

I tune them out, I have other things on my mind. I stumble walking closer to Michael and Zander is right there holding my arm. I hate that I need help, but I’d rather lean on Zander than fall on my ass. Still, for this next part, I pull away.

“Do you know what I hated most about being married to you, Michael?” I’m being so calm… it feels wrong. I should be cussing or screaming or beating the shit out of him. Maybe the beating has done something to me after all? I feel…so calm and f*ck, maybe even happy. When he doesn’t answer I shoot his dick. Unfortunately, I miss and it goes wide and to the right catching his thigh. Still at the sight of the blood that funny feeling increases. Definitely happiness.

“You stupid cunt! You don’t have the brains enough to finish me off. You were always weak! You should count yourself lucky that I…” he ends in a scream and I look over to see Zander has shot the fist that Michael had been shaking at me. I notice he used a smaller gun too and the wound he made is bad and bloody, but not so bad he’ll die right away. So, I guess small guns have their place. Still…

“Zander, this is my job,” I grumble, not really upset, but still I wanted to do this on my own.

“He was pissing me off. It was either stop him or kill him completely, I should be rewarded, Hellcat.”

I shake my head, but I smile. Yeah…happiness… it’s a great f*cking feeling.

“Oh will you quit whining?” I growl at Michael when he keeps holding his hand and shit…is he crying? I didn’t do that shit when I was being beat.

“Melinda, we should talk about things. I can,” Michael starts and I have to stop him. His voice annoys the f*ck out of me.

I shoot him again, this time I wanted to shoot him in the head. I really hate the name Melinda, but it goes wide with the kick of the pistol. I thought I only hit the cement he’s lying on because there’s dust, but when it clears he’s bleeding from his ear. Good enough I suppose.

“I hated your smell,” I say when it becomes apparent that he’s not going to respond. I would smell you everywhere around the house. I’d bleach the place down and still your smell would be there. I can’t even describe it. You were like something I couldn’t get rid of, that was slowly rotting away…”

“The clap?” Zander asks.

“And I…” I stop to look at Zander… “What?” Seriously, the man is nuts.

“The clap? Ole’ Michael here reminds me of something like that. Rot your dick off and impossible to get rid of.”

“They make medicine for the clap, Zander.”

“Yeah they do for Michael too,” He says and shoots him in the dick and sadly his shot doesn’t go wide. Michael screams and cries like a little baby.