Loving Nicole (Savage Brothers MC #3)(8)

I slap him on the back of the head, not arguing, because that’s pretty much how Nicole gets her way.

“So, what the f*ck is going on?”

“Someone was prowling around the Den last night. First we thought it was just a drunk wandering around in the parking lot, but not many drunks in this area that we don’t know.”

“True.”

“Sure aren’t any drunks around here who wear expensive suits,” Freak adds, punching some buttons on his keyboard and the screen zooms in on an older man, maybe in his late forties, with a suit and hat on. His steps are sure, not drunk at all and everything about him screams that he is on alert. He keeps glancing over his back to see if he is being followed. His head is tucked close and aimed at an angle that’s next to impossible to get a good view of his face. Shit.

“Can you get a look at his face at all?” I ask watching as he walks toward Nicole’s old Mercedes that Dani drives now.

I made Nicole switch to one of the club’s Tahoes. The safety rating is better and it has more room for the baby; plus, it’s four wheel drive. She bitched and moaned, but gave in eventually.

“There’s a sketchy picture of his face, as he walks back to the club. This camera is on the outside light overlooking employee parking,” Freak answers.

“What’s he doing?”

“He’s putting a note on the windshield of Dani’s car, you can’t really see it,” Freak says.

“Maybe he’s just trying to pick her up? Lot of those men get attached to the dancers,” Frog joins in.

“Possible, though Dani’s not mentioned anything happening that was unusual.”

“Bitch wouldn’t,” Torch says, and Freak throws an elbow into him.

I don’t understand it, but Dani and Freak seem to have formed this weird platonic friendship. Or at least I think it is. Hell, as jealous as Nikki is, if it isn’t, we’ll find Dani dead in a ditch somewhere. That bitch is not one to mess with.

“I would have gone with the stalker fan theory, but watch what the son of a bitch does here.”

As soon as Freak gets the sentence out, we watch as the man squats down and monkeys under the car.

“Lo-jack?”

Freak motions to Hawk and Hawk hands me a small black box. A tracker, and a pretty expensive one. We’ve used them from time to time in the club. So much for hoping the club had dealt with enough drama for a while. Fuck.

“It could still be a crazy stalker,” Hawk says.

“To afford that kind of technology?” Freak questions and he knows exactly how expensive the little toy I’m holding costs. Our club has spent a crap-load on them in the past.

“So, he’s a crazy-rich-off-his-ass Stalker,” Hawk responds, but you can tell he’s not convinced. I’m not either.

I keep watching the screen, holding the tracker in my hand. The guy makes it through the parking lot almost to the front of the Den and raises his head briefly. Freak freezes the image on the screen. It’s piss-poor quality but you can see him even through the shaded, grainy picture. Trouble is, I don’t recognize him at all.

“Is he the same guy that was sneaking around the outside gates before?”

“The build is def’ the same. I’d say it is Drag, but there’s no way to be sure,” Torch responds.

“Beef up security. Have the prospects watching like their lives depend on it. Fuck, if we have some more shit hitting the club, their lives will depend on it.” I growl and stomp out of the room.

I’m pissed. I think Nicole knows what’s going on. I just don’t understand why she hasn’t talked to me about it. I’m going to have to have some words with her about it all. It pisses me off even more that once again it is her girl causing drama. I hope I’m wrong. I really f*cking hope that I am, and Dani is not about to cause another f*cking shit-storm to hit the club.

That dread I’ve been feeling clawing at my gut? The one where it feels like there are shoes hanging over my head about to drop? That feeling tells me I’m not wrong.





Chapter 6




Nicole


The thing about dreams? They never seem to work out like you want them to. I’m in the middle of Mountain Bridal, with my best girls around me (save Carrie, who will be back this weekend) and I’m miserable. I’m miserable because Dani has retreated back into the woman who begged me for help all those years ago. I’m miserable because I tried to spy on my future-husband. I’m miserable because in a round-about way I lied to him. Most of all, I’m completely miserable, because there is this wall between Dragon and I now. A wall I put there. A wall I need to break down and smash into a hundred thousand different pieces.

I can’t, not until I can draw Dani out of this place she’s withdrawn to. I can’t even touch it right now though, there are too many around us. Trying will only bring disaster, because Nikki and Lips will hear. If I tell anyone what is going on, it will be Dragon. I just wish I had already done it.

“I still think you should let the boys wear leather. It could be cool. Kind of a ‘Grease’ wedding with them in their leather and us wearing pink.” I look at Lips for like the twelfth time.

“My wedding is not going to be an Olivia-Newton-John musical. Not to mention, Dragon is a million times f*cking cooler than John Travolta.”