Loving Nicole (Savage Brothers MC #3)(6)

Skull and I have shit in common, even if I don’t want to admit it. Plus, being a President of a MC is not a f*cking walk in the park. You carry a heavy weight on your shoulders. You make decisions that mean life and death to men and women you care about—your family. So, despite the motherf*cker’s preoccupation with my woman, he and I have struck up a strange kind of truce.

Torch isn’t a member of the Savage crew. He actually is a patched in member of Skull’s crew. He is a f*cking genius at making state of the art security systems. It helped that he and Freak seemed to just immediately gel. So I asked him to come in and help beef up our defenses. I can handle a lot of shit. I have no problem when it comes to guns, ammo and man power. Yet, this new age shit and the computers and high tech gadgetry are beyond me. Savage MC is a club that needs all its bases covered. I will not allow one more f*cking person to take me or my men by the balls.

It’s essential I make a statement. I need to make sure I have men around me that understand that and are willing to make some big ass moves towards becoming the major power, not only in my town, but in the state. So, with the alliance between Savage MC and Devil’s Fire solid, Torch, Gavel and some hulk called Beast have all become regular fixtures at my damn club. Sadly, even Skull is here more often than not—which is okay as long as he doesn’t speak to my woman.

“Yo! Dragon. We got problems, man. Freak and I need to see you in the back.”

My easy going mood vanishes immediately. Damn it, we’ve barely recovered from the drama with Dance and motherf*cking Francis. I need quiet. I do not need more f*cking drama. I get up and walk towards Torch, making note that Crusher falls in step behind me with a muttered curse.

I find myself hoping my day isn’t about to be shot all to hell.





Chapter 4




Nicole


Fear grabs me when I hear Torch’s words. Has Michael done something else? I see the color bleed out of Dani’s face and I know she fears the same thing. I grab hold of her hand and try to reassure her. Dani comes off all badass and attitude, but she’s very delicate since Michael. He changed her. If I have enjoyed anything about the heartbreaking journey she’s taken over the last few years, it has been watching her stretch her wings again. I might not agree with the things she does and the choices she makes, but I know she makes them because she needs to prove she doesn’t answer to anyone. In some small way it helps her gain independence. You had to see how broken and empty she was at one point to clearly understand.

“You bitches about ready to head out?” Lips asks, as her and Nikki walk over. We are so deep in thought over Michael, neither of us noticed them. Both of us jump in reaction. Luckily neither woman seems to notice it—or at least they don’t bring it up.

“Go?” I ask and I know my voice is squeaky and strained.

“Yeah bitch, it’s our last fitting? Those damn pink dresses you’re making us squeeze our asses into?” Nikki complains.

Oh shit, I completely forgot about it.

“Yeah, give me a minute to tell Dragon bye and we’ll head out.” I try to smile reassuringly at Dani and walk down the hall to Dragon’s office.

I don’t knock on the door immediately, I stand outside and try to listen. Is that not messed up? Trying to listen to what my man is saying? I hate the feeling it gives me. I hate Michael all over again. I thought we were done with him. What kind of mad man doesn’t give up after years… hell, almost five f*cking years? Oh yeah, a lunatic, that’s who!

I can’t hear a damn thing through the heavy door. My hand goes to the doorknob. What would happen if I open it slightly, just to hear? Would Dragon notice? I start to do it, when the door opens and Dragon is standing in front of me. My heart beats in triple time. Does he know what I’m thinking? Does he know what is happening?

“Nicole? What’s going on, Mama?”

Fear, intense and real, and I haven’t even done anything yet! Still, that’s the feeling that swamps me. I try to swallow it down.

“I…I wanted to say goodbye to you. We’re headed out to the fitting.” Does he notice how I’m not looking him in the eye? I can’t do this. I’m going to talk to Dani. I can’t keep things from Dragon. Besides, Michael is dangerous. Dragon needs to know, to be prepared.

His finger reaches under my chin and pulls my face up so that our eyes meet.

“You okay, Mama? Camera showed you were out here for a while. You’re not sick are you? Do you need me?”

“I…I’m good,” I say swallowing down the guilt as I take in the concern on his face. “I love you, Dragon.”

He smiles, and like always, his smile and the way it makes those deep brown eyes of his light up, warms me. God, this man is beautiful.

“What do you say I make you late for your fitting?” He asks, his fingers gently stroking the side of my face.

“How late?” I whisper, not really caring.

He grabs the cheeks of my ass and pulls me up on his body. Because of my pregnancy it takes some work but I semi-wrap my legs around him and lock my arms around his neck. I bury my face into the side of his neck and just breathe him in. Dragon is home. The only home I’ve ever known or wanted.

“We’ll send your girls on and they can do it without you.”

It’s so tempting and I really want to, but I feel guilty. I should stick close to Dani. Dragon’s kissing along the side of my neck. He bites the lobe of my ear and flicks his tongue over it and I lose focus. We walk back through the front room of the club. The club members instantly start their hollering and ribbing. You would think they would get accustomed to Dragon and me by now. I can’t even count how many times he’s run people out of the room so he could bend me over the bar. Apparently, today, he’d rather take me back to our room. I’m totally okay with that.