Saving Dancer (Savage Brothers MC #2)(3)

I struggle to stand. I may not have had shit to do with my brothers since I got out of the joint, but I know that he’s not going to give up. Before I can fully pick my ass up out of the floor, the door slams open and bounces off the wall with a huge cracking noise. I wince in pain the noise brings and close my eyes against the glaring light that is now in the room.

“Fucking hell! Close the damn-motherf*cking-son-of-a-bitching door!” I growl, not bothering to turn around and look at Crusher. It’s better to keep my back against the light.

“Oh god.”

I turn my head against my will when I hear that voice. I know that voice. That voice is imbedded in my brain, my motherf*cking black soul. Carolina Grace, the woman who offered me heaven, and brought me hell.

I’m going to rip Crusher’s head off. My eyes lock with the one person in this world that I never expected, nor wanted to lay eyes on again.

“What the f*ck are you doing here?”

She jerks back like I just physically hit her. I’ve never hit a woman in my life, but I have so much anger stored up, she’d be smart to stay away from me.

“Hi, Jacob,” she whispers into the room and it makes me want to scream and roar at her. I don’t want her here. I don’t want to see her, I don’t want to deal with her and I sure as hell don’t want to hear that sweet voice saying my name. She’s poison; she’s a f*cking knife to the gut that repeatedly stabs. She’s the reason my head is all messed up, that my life is all screwed up and most of all she is the reason I want to swallow a f*cking bullet.

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS ROOM!” I roar pulling myself up and charging towards her.

She gasps and backs up against the hotel door. I’m almost to her. I don’t know what I’m going to do when I reach her. I really don’t. I might even strangle the life out of her. I know I will push her out of my room, out of my space, out of my life. I know it. In the end the point is moot though because Crusher jumps in front of me and stops me from reaching her.

We’re pretty evenly matched, but if I had been sober he wouldn’t have stopped me. As it is, he contains me and looks over his shoulder.

“Red, wait for me by my bike, darlin’.”

“Okay, Alexander,” she whispers and gives me another tortured look.

Her green eyes are filled with tears, but I don’t care. Her and her tears can rot in hell. Her auburn hair shines too bright in the dark room. It’s like a beacon of hope, a memory of a better time, a better life. That pisses me off even more. Wait. Hold up! Alexander? What the hell?

“Are you sinking your dick in that cunt?” I ask in disgust, pushing away from Crusher.

“Jesus H. Christ, Dance! You smell like a damn gutter,” Crusher says. His face is curled in disgust.

The bitches from last night are sitting up in bed looking at me and Crusher and it pisses me off. I told them to be gone by morning. I don’t even know why I keep trying to bury myself in *. It’s not working anyway and I sure as f*ck don’t want them around after.

“Get dressed and get the hell out,” I growl, walking towards the small bath, intent on taking a shower.

“If you’re going to wait around till I get out, make sure those bitches leave,” I order Crusher.

“Dance man…”

“And you sure as f*ck better keep that gash you came with outside.”

I make it to the door before a crash is heard. I turn to look and Crusher has taken one of the empty liquor bottles and smashed the old mirror hanging on the wall opposite of the bed. I look at my brother, his body is rigid with anger and the laid back country ol’ shucks cocky vibe he normally has is gone.

“Dance, I’m warning you, lay off of Red. I know you’re f*cked up, but that woman doesn’t deserve your wrath or insults.”

“I’ve rotted in hell for two years because of that woman.”

“Bullshit.”

I want to argue, but truth is I don’t give a f*ck. The sooner I shower and talk to his ass the sooner he’ll leave and I can find a new bottle.

“Whatever. Sorry I insulted your Twinkie of the month,” I grumble and slam the door on his curse.





Chapter 2




Carrie


I make it outside, stand by Alexander’s bike, and drag air into my lungs. Almost two years and this isn’t how I imagined seeing Jacob again. He’s drunk, naked as the day he was born, and obviously has been in bed with two women…Two! At the same time! When Alexander told me he was going to stop by and check on Jacob, I couldn’t resist coming in. It was a bad move. Still, even knowing I shouldn’t go inside, I couldn’t stop myself. It had been so long since I had seen him. The temptation was just too much. So, I caved.

I don’t know what I expected, I really didn’t. It wasn’t pure hate. It really wasn’t, but sadly that was exactly what Jacob radiated when he looked at me. I think he might want to kill me. I laugh hysterically. He’d have to get in line, wouldn’t he?

The only reason I am in Kentucky is because someone killed my parents and is still after me. Dragon had ordered Alexander to come to Tennessee to get me after Jacob’s mom called him. The next day I was packed up and heading to Kentucky with a man who called himself Crusher. It took me half the trip to get Alexander’s real name out of him.