Loving Nicole (Savage Brothers MC #3)(26)

I want to kiss her again but I don’t. I’m so raw, that if I give in, I won’t be finished with just a kiss.

“I’ll be back,” I say giving her one last glance and taking in her weak smile before I leave the room and close her door softly behind me.

“Bull, you call Poncho to get here and you do not leave my woman unguarded for a minute!”

“Got it, Drag.”

I nod and turn to the door. “Load up, we’re headed to the old school building on Old 25.”

Crush is already gone. Just one more f*cking problem at this point.

“Frog, you can take the SUV with me, just in case Dani is still there. The others can take their bikes.”

“No need for sneaking in?” That comes from Hawk.

“Nah man, I don’t look for them to still be there. I’m just hoping for a clue to where he might have taken Dani.” I don’t add that they wouldn’t have left Nicole still breathing if she could lead us to them. I don’t even want to think of that shit.

Kavanagh likes to orchestrate things, he wants a big impact. In this instance, that works to my advantage. I just need to make sure all my bases are covered before I retaliate, but I will. I’ll come down on him like a blazing fire and when I’m done, the son of a bitch will not be breathing.

“Frog, who do you got tailing our man?” I ask getting in the driver’s side of the vehicle.

Frog turns around and looks at me confused.

“What man?”

“The scumbag we’ve been holding to lead us back to Kavanagh,” I say with a weary sigh, peeling out of the parking lot.

Frog rakes the side of his face.

“Uh, Boss?”

“Yeah?”

“Crusher came by the cabin and said you told him to deal with it.”

“Say, what?”

“Honest man, he showed up at the cabin, said you told him he was in charge of letting the worm go and following him back to his Boss.”

I reach down into my pocket and pull out my phone.

“Hello?”

“Yo, Dance, meet me out at the old elementary school.”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“A f*cking lot. Need you there man, I’ll explain then.”

“You got it, let me just get Nailer here to watch over my woman.”

“Have him take her back to the club, she can keep Nicole company. We may be awhile.”

“Got it. Later Drag,” he says hanging up.

“Boss, I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s not you, man. Though from now own you double check all of my orders through me. You get me?”

“Yeah, I got it.”

We’re silent the rest of the way to the school. My club is a mess and the two men I thought I could depend on the most are the very ones f*cking up.

*

“Son of a bitch!” Crusher screams for the tenth time.

Just as I figured, Kavanagh and his henchman are long gone when we get here. The place is completely deserted, with one exception. There is a f*ck of a lot of blood in the old gym. If Dani is still alive, she’s in pretty bad f*cking shape. Which explains why Crusher is going off. Yet, I’m so upset with the bastard that I’m about ready to snap his neck. I’m trying to rein it in. I’d rather deal with this shit in private.

“I knew you f*cking around would end up screwing us in the ass. Now we have no idea where the hell Dani is!”

And this is where my restraint with Crusher ends.

My fist slams his punk ass under the chin with all my anger and since I have a lot of f*cking anger, Crusher immediately stumbles back and falls on his ass. He’s shaking his head back and forth, obviously dazed. He’s lucky that’s all he is. I still might pinch his neck before this is done.

“Motherf*cker! That is not what screwed us in the ass!” I growl squatting down so I am eye level with the bastard. “What screwed us in the ass, dick-weed, was you overruling my f*cking orders. Tell me, where the f*ck is my prisoner today, Crush? What the f*ck did you do with him?”

Crush looks up at me, rubbing his chin and jaw. His eyes are bloodshot, his hair hasn’t been brushed, his clothes are wrinkled, and his knuckles are scraped and bruised. Brother is messed up.

I grab him by the hair on his head and pull him to me.

“Where the f*ck is my prisoner, Crush?”

“I did what you wouldn’t.” He says trying to jerk away from me, but I’m not about to let that shit happen.

“Yeah, and what was that, brother?” I growl, trying to tap down the anger so I don’t kill him.

“I interrogated the ass-wipe.”

“Gee, wonder why I didn’t think of that,” I respond sarcastically. “Tell me Crush, did you find out one more damn piece of information?”

His eyes lock with mine and then he shakes his head no.

I push him away from me in disgust.

“Do you know why that is dick-head? It’s because he didn’t f*cking know anything!” I growl. “Did you set him free, at least, and have someone follow him?”

Crush avoids my eyes for a minute and then turns his head so his eyes, once again, lock with mine.

“There wasn’t anything to set free.”

I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose, where I feel the tension starting to build.