Claiming Crusher (Savage Brothers MC #4)(83)

I hold my head down. “I wanted to do that,” I pout.

“You were taking too long, now I didn’t kill him but if you don’t do it soon, I’m going to.”

“Zander!”

He shoots him in the other hand.

“Fine! Jesus you’re impossible,” I growl upset that he’s making this go way too fast.

“We own the police here Hellcat, but there will still be too much to contain. Not to mention, you’re taking too f*cking long and about to fall over,” he explains, and then he makes it all better… “Plus this whining piece of shit is taking up too much of our air. He doesn’t deserve to get anything from you sweetheart, except a load of lead.”

I look up at him and smile. Well as much as I can, because it f*cking hurts.

“Michael?”

He doesn’t answer and Zander’s heavy sigh is almost comical.

“Michael,” I begin again. “Consider this payback for the gardener who was a nice guy, who had family and loved ones.” I shoot him in the stomach. Michael is starting to look blue and his voice is getting weaker. I probably should hurry this along. “This is for Ms. Martens,” I tell him, shooting him in the stomach again.

“Hellcat…” Zander warns.

“This is for all the other people you hurt,” I shoot again at the opposite leg and hit somewhere along the thigh. Zander of course sighs again.

“This is for raping me,” I whisper, and I hate that some tears escape with that confession. I shoot him in the area of his dick again. Michael isn’t doing anything by this time. I don’t know if he’s alive or dead, but I can’t stop. “This is for letting Donald rape me,” I say again, crying harder now, and that just pisses me off. “This is for making me hate myself,” I shoot him in the head. I don’t stop until the hammer of the gun clicks and bullets won’t come. “Let me have your gun!” I growl at Zander, dropping the gun I had to the ground.

“Hellcat, honey…”

“Give me your damn gun!”

“Hellcat,” he starts again.

“Zander!”

“Jesus, I am going to tan your ass when you get better woman,” he grumbles handing me the pistol he’s been using.

“This is for making me hurt…for making me run…for causing me to get my friends mixed up in any of this…for hurting Nicole and Dragon…for killing Frog…” I add all I can think of until Zander’s pistol is out of bullets. I would have demanded another gun and kept going, but Zander picks me up and takes me to Hawk.

“Take her back to her room and this time do what I f*cking tell you and keep her there,” he growls. He’s mad, but even so he kisses my face gently and whispers into my ear, “I’m so f*cking proud of you, Hellcat.”

Then I’m in Hawk’s arms and going back inside. I can hear Zander growl at Dragon, but I let it go. He can handle his own shit. I’m suddenly very tired.





Chapter 44




Crusher


My woman has motherf*cking balls of steel. Jesus. She f*cking amazes me. Even with all the shit going on I couldn’t be more proud of her. I knew she was special from the first moment I saw her, but f*ck, I had no idea.

I’m on lock down, per Dragon’s orders. I haven’t told Dani. I don’t want her worrying. With Michael gone, she’s going through some shit. She’s not really talking to me about it, and that shit needs to stop. I’m fully expecting to have my patch taken and voted out of the club. The branding of the tat is going to hurt like a motherf*cker, I’m okay with it. If I had to go back I’d do it all again.

Besides, the fact that Dragon felt it was okay to fake his own f*cking death and tell the President of other clubs and not let his VP, or his Enforcer know speaks volume about the shape of this f*cking club. It’s not completely Dragon’s fault, Bull and I are responsible too, but I’m still f*cked up about it. The more I talk to Diesel, the more I am sure that a change of setting would be good for Dani and me. Diesel and I were just as tight back in the day as I was with Dragon. I respect him and I’m pretty sure it’d be a good move.

“What are you thinking so hard about, Cowboy?” Dani asks.

“I’m thinking how motherf*cking lucky I am to have you,” I tell her and it’s the truth.

“Yeah, I’m a real catch,” she sighs holding her hand up, the one with the missing finger, to look at it.

“You are, Hellcat. You’re everything and more than I could have imagined.”

She shakes her head no, but squeezes my hand.

“Have you talked with Dragon? Is Nicole okay?”

Nicole went into early labor the day of the funeral. She was too early in the pregnancy and the baby had some major problems, but the little guy is a fighter and gets to come home soon. Nicole has led my brother on a major f*cking twisted trip. It’s been so bad between her and Dragon that even my woman took Dragon aside and gave him advice. I never thought, I’d see that. Still after a couple of weeks it looks like they’ve found their way back together.

“Yeah baby, the doctors even think Dom can come home soon,” I tell her.

She smiles, “That’s good.”

“What do you think about going on a trip with me when you’re able?” I ask her because before I make a final decision I need to know. I’m doing nothing without my woman from here on out.