Loving Nicole (Savage Brothers MC #3)(36)

“You have to pull yourself together Little Mama, if for no other reason than that baby you are carrying.”

My hand rubs my stomach and I try to concentrate on his words.

“That baby needs a strong woman to see his way in this world. He needs someone to tell him about his Daddy and to teach him how to stand on his own two feet and become a man his Dad would have been proud of.”

“It’s not fair.”

“It’s life, Nic. It’s just life. That’s why you hold on to the good days a little harder. To make it through the bad ones.”

“I don’t think I held onto them enough.”

“Do you remember them?”

“I’ll never forget them.”

“There you go. Make sure your boy has those memories to hold on too.”

“You’ll stay with me?” I ask suddenly panicked at the thought of being alone.

“As long as you need me to,” he answers and I nod.

“I don’t want a big fu…funeral. It should be quiet here at the compound maybe,” I answer, choking on the word funeral.

“If that’s what you want. We still will have a large convoy of bikers from all our chapters surrounding our brother to the cemetery. Then come back here for drinks and memories. We usually burn the cut to send up so our fallen has a safe journey, but I figure this should be kept for the baby.”

I nod. “Can you set that up without me? I just…I can’t, Bull. I’ll try and be strong and make Dragon proud, but I just can’t right now.”

Bull kisses the top of my head and gets up, propping pillows under me.

“You got it, Little Mama. I’ll organize everything. You just rest up.”

I let him leave without responding. I’m just too tired.





Chapter 22




Michael


I watch as Donald falls to the ground. It didn’t take much, two punches. Donald always was a weakling. He is however easily managed and it makes him useful.

“Mr. Kavanagh, I’m sorry. I do know how we can get Melinda back however.”

I watch as he wipes the blood from his lip.

“Do tell me Donald, what brilliance has your mind come up with. I’m so intrigued. I’m sure it is something fantastic, since you can’t even keep one prisoner in our grasp. A prisoner whom, I might add, could not even walk.”

“The bastard’s funeral. Word at the club they own is there will be a closed funeral, but the gates to the compound will be open to let all the riders out to follow the procession. They plan on riding their bikes to the cemetery. We could make our move then.”

I listen to him and think about it. As plans go it is lacking, but the gates being open…with enough firepower I could take at least one of the bitches who owe me and demand the other in trade. Besides, I think playing with Miss Nicole for a while might be fun. She’s got a lot more fire than I remembered. Women with fire are the best ones to break. I would have to cut that guttersnipe out of her first, still…that could be fun. The thought of having Nicole chained on my bed with her ass up in the air…just the image makes my dick jerk in reaction.

“We’ll need more men. See if you can manage to get your ass up and do that much. When is this funeral?”

“In two days,” Donald says, standing back up still dazed. I take satisfaction in that.

“Then get busy.”

“Yes, sir,” he states, stumbling his way out of my hotel room.

“And Donald?” I ask, just as he opens the door. By this time, I’m sitting on the sofa, staring at the television I don’t have on. I don’t watch television. I just prefer the view to that of the imbecile, Donald’s, face.

“Yes, Mr. Kavanagh?”

“Do not fail me again. You won’t get another chance. Do I make myself clear?”

“Ye..yes, sir.”

“Very well.”

The door clicks as he leaves. And I lay my head back, taking a sip of the scotch in my hand. This entire trip has been one failure after another. With the exception of Dragon West’s death. That one turned out rather well. If only I had taken out the beautiful bitch Nicole with him. Still, this way I can make her suffer in other—more enjoyable ways. So, perhaps all is not lost. She’s not exactly my taste, but she does have fire in her and I do so love to watch that crumble in a woman.

I look around the small hotel room. It’s a two room ‘suite’, and using that word to describe it is laughable. This damn town has so little to offer. The air is starting to stagnate around me. This little safari into the Appalachian Mountains can’t end soon enough for me. How people live like this is beyond me. I pick up the phone placed on the end table beside me.

“Front Desk.” The grainy voice comes through after I dial zero.

“I need maid service, please.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll send them up right away.”

“Thank you.”

I hang up wondering what sort of specimen I will get today. Yesterday, she was nothing to look at. Still, I prefer watching a woman clean up after me more than anything else I could be doing. It takes around ten minutes and finally there’s a knock at the door.

I walk slowly. I have nothing but time and I can’t really travel freely around town. I’m sure the Savage MC knows by now who to blame for the untimely death of two of their own. Especially since one of them is their…oh wait, was their President.