Loving Nicole (Savage Brothers MC #3)(62)

Dragon


I can remember a time when I did not dread church. When coming into my office and sitting around this damn table was relaxing, or at the very least, it felt like I was where I belonged. How long has it been since I had that emotion with church? Since before Irish and his crap-storm? Probably. It sure as hell isn’t today. No, it’s definitely not today.

My hand moves over the table in front of me. I’d rather remember the way Nicole looked on this f*cking table last night when I tongued that sweet * and made her scream, or even the day before. It was so good, I needed it again last night. Fuck, who am I kidding? I’m going to want it again tonight. Except maybe this time, I’ll use the vibrator in her * while I f*ck her ass. Fuck, my dick is throbbing and this meeting hasn’t even started.

I look over at Crusher. I’ve had him locked in the cooler for the last few days. It is, in fact, a cooler—a walk-in freezer at the back of the club that went bad. We never fixed it because it just wasn’t needed. The club has a couple of stand-up freezers they actually use. So when the walk-in went down it seemed to make a good cage. We modified it so air flow and temperature were regulated and turned into a holding cell. I sure as f*ck never thought I’d have to throw my brother in it, especially my VP. That f*cking shit sits raw in my gut and I know the men around me are unhappy. Which just means this meeting is going to be a f*cking picnic of butterflies and lemon drops. That helps me get my libido under control, and I prepare to do what I have to do.

I drop the gavel. The men instantly stop their idle chatter. There wasn’t much anyway. The importance of this meeting is too big.

“Meeting of the Savage MC, Kentucky Brothers called. On the table, the removal of club Vice President from rank. A vote was called. Let’s hear from the brother first.

All eyes turn to Crusher. His eyes look at me and, f*ck, I can barely see my brother in them. He looks wild…haunted. When he doesn’t make a move to say anything, I prod him.

“Do you have nothing to say for yourself?”

“Bastard had my old lady, I handled shit that needed to be done. I got Dani back and I’d do it a f*cking times over. If that gets me booted from the club then what-the-f*ck-ever.”

He says and he might look like shit, but his voice is full of cocky anger.

“You defied direct orders, and put the club in jeopardy. You put a woman before your brothers, and you had the f*cking balls to call me out in front of others. I should strip you of club colors right here and close the f*cking vote. The end.”

“She is not a woman, she is my old lady.”

“She hasn’t agreed to that shit, so that makes her a woman.”

“Bullshit. I claim her. My woman needed me. I did nothing more or nothing less than you would have done,” he answers and shit, he’s mostly right. Except I did handle it differently. I might not have though if Nicole and Dani had been taken in the same manner. I’m not f*cking sure. Still, I can’t really back down.

“He’s right,” Dani’s weak voice comes from the door. Fucker, I want to yell at her for coming in during church. I want to cut off the prospect’s balls for letting her, since he’s in charge of watching the cameras at the front door and locking the son of a bitch when a meeting is taking place. I don’t, because this is the first real sign of life Dani has shown. Oh, she’s approached me alone since her attack, but to see her venture out into a room full of men? That takes balls of steel considering what she’s been through. I look behind her and see Nicole is holding her hand and standing behind her. Bloody hell. Vise meet my motherf*cking balls.

“What’s that, Hell Cat?” Crusher asks. He gets up and goes to her. I just let it happen. Nicole has those damn girly tears in her eyes and there’s only so much a man can do here.

I watch as Dani falters back a step, but she manages to stand still and look Crush in the eye.

“I admit that I am yours. I was yours then. I…I…”

“Say it, Hell Cat. Say it,” Crusher says and the emotion in his voice is so thick, a man would have to be struck stupid to not to feel it.

“I’m yours now,” she whispers, her voice so quiet you can barely hear it.

Crush kisses her forehead gently.

“That’s my angel,” he whispers.

Dani has tears falling down her face, Nicole does too. Motherf*cker, my club is turning soft. I shake my head in disgust, even though I’m happy with what has just happened.

“Go on back to your room angel, I’ll check on you when we’re done.”

“But…,” she argues looking at Crush and then around him at me. I can’t give anything away, so I do my best to remain expressionless.

Crush touches her under the chin and brings her eyes back to his.

“I’m proud of you angel, don’t worry. I’ll do what I need to do and then I’ll come to you.”

She swallows slowly and nods before walking out of the room, with her head down.

“Hell Cat?”

She stops, but doesn’t turn around.

“My woman doesn’t look down. Remember?”

Dani’s back stiffens and her head raises, “I won’t forget.”

“That’s my girl.”

“Just get your shit done, Zander, and quit busting my ass,” she says.