Loving Nicole (Savage Brothers MC #3)(30)

“Bullshit, you’re mine. I want to see you, then I see you.”

Damn man is so irritatingly cocky. It’s a good thing I love him.

“It’s bad enough we slept together last night, God knows we don’t need any more bad luck.”

“Woman, you are not spending a night out of my bed. It’s not happening. Same with the other shit. We’re not going to listen to old wives’ tales.”

I just shake my head. I could talk until I’m blue in the face and it wouldn’t do any good.

“Care Bear, I got something I want to talk to you about. Come outside with me for a bit by the church gazebo.”

“Something you want to talk to me about?” Carrie asks and I laugh as I watch Dancer move his eyebrows back and forth.

“Let’s go outside and we’ll talk about the first thing that pops up.”

Carrie seems confused for a minute and then slaps him playfully on the arm.

“You’re like a giant kid,” she says but I notice she lets him lead her from the room.

They laugh and joke as they leave and I smile. I’m glad they finally seem to be happy. I look up at Dragon and the smile freezes on my face. He’s tense and worried. I’ve seen that look too many times to mistake it now.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing, baby, I was just checking on you, I needed to see you.”

He’s lying. I know it. I decide to let him get away with it.

“No word on the men you have searching for Dani?”

He shakes his head and even though I knew the answer before I asked, the response still hurts.

“Come outside with me for a little bit. The men want to check the rooms and everything to make sure it’s safe.”

My world stops.

“Why wouldn’t it be safe?” I question, my voice coming out squeaky and fear is bleeding through the words.

“One of the cameras picked up Kavanagh’s goon. I want to make sure he didn’t leave us any surprises.”

My heart picks up in speed at his answer. I grab my bouquet and the Tiffany box and let him lead me from the room.

“I told you we should have waited, Dragon. He told me not to go through with this.”

“I told you, I’ll handle him. I just have to find the son of a bitch first, and I will.”

I want to argue. It won’t do any good and to be honest, I’m just worn out. I think the term emotionally-drained applies well here.

“So much for a happy wedding. This is the wrong thing to do, Dragon.” Okay so I’m a bitch and I can’t help but voice my opinion for the hundredth time, just like I have for the last two days, even though he refuses to listen to me.

“Mama, damn it.”

I just shake my head. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to fight with him on our wedding day either. I decide to concentrate on something else. I look down at the Tiffany box I’m holding in my hand.

“What did you get me? The delivery man had it delivered to the wrong room, Carrie just brought it to me.”

“I didn’t get you anything Mama, maybe it’s from your…”

It takes me a minute to undo the lid because I’m holding my bouquet in one hand, but I finally get it. Dragon stops talking, or my scream drowns him out. It was one of those, because lying there in the blue Tiffany backdrop is a finger. A finger. Worse, I recognize the bright red nail polish. It’s Dani’s finger.

Dragon takes the box from my hand. He’s talking but his words are just blurred out by the bile churning in my stomach and begging for release. I can’t make his face out through my tears. I knew this would happen. I knew it. I tried to tell him but he wouldn’t listen. He begged me to put my faith in him and I did and now look what I’ve done. Oh God, what did I do?

My bouquet drops to the ground, as people start making their way to us. I love Dragon. Right now, I long to wrap my arms around him, begging him to take me away. I can’t. I did this, we did this. I just keep replaying Michael’s words in my head. I should have listened. I didn’t. Dragon’s pleading with me but I can’t ignore this. I don’t have a choice. I want to run to him but I can’t.

I run away.





Chapter 18




Dragon


Motherf*cker that’s the word that enters my brain when Nicole starts screaming. I look down at the box and immediately know what that twisted f*ck has done. It’s been done so many f*cking times it’s cliché, but I guess that doesn’t matter to a psychopath. Worse, the fact that it’s a woman’s finger. No, scratch that, it’s Dani’s finger. I’m not stupid. I take the box from Nicole and close it quick. I know that doesn’t help, what has been seen can never be unseen.

Her beautiful blue eyes are looking at me so wounded. Tears are pouring down her face, but even through them, I can see the accusing glare. She asked me to postpone the wedding. She begged me, and I didn’t listen. I should have. I thought I could control things. I need to fix this, but for the life of me I don’t know how. Chances are Dani is dead. If she’s not, she probably wishes she was. I still believe she’d be that way, even if Nicole and I had called the wedding off. I expected Kavanagh to go off the deep end. I just thought he would strike back at me instead of a woman.