Saving Dancer (Savage Brothers MC #2)(62)

I shove Nicole out of my way, I have to leave. The room is swimming and my heart is pounding double time. I can’t let anyone see me like that. I can’t….

Dragon grabs the edge of a table and propels it half way across the room. Before I even blink, he’s in front of me and his fist is coming at my face.

It’s one punch and I’m down. I couldn’t stand after a punch like that, even sober. I lay on the floor trying for some reason to hold onto consciousness.

I look up and focus on Dragon. He is looking down at me and again it’s just another person with disgust in their eyes. I try to shake off the effects of the upper cut and all of the alcohol swimming in my system, I can’t.

I let out a painful breath and bend double as Dragon’s steel toed boot connects with my stomach. Before I can react further, not that I could have at that point, Dragon slams his size twelve boot into my nuts.

The pain is so intense I turn to the side and puke some of the liquid poison I’m swimming in. My pulse pounds and thrums in my ears. Dragon grabs me by the neck of my shirt and now I can see the pain in his eyes as well as the disgust.

“I know you got shit gutting you, Dance. I see it and it kills me that I can’t help, but Motherf*cker if you ever talk to my woman like that again? If you ever put your hands on her in any f*cking way, I will end you. Do you hear me? I will put a bullet in your f*cking brain, and end you. I’ll give you what you’ve wanted since you got out.”

Dragon lets me go and my head hits the floor and rolls into my own vomit. My vision is blurry, but I could see Crusher, Freak and Gunner standing beside Dragon and the pity in their eyes makes me want to f*cking scream. I close my eyes to avoid it instead.

“Dragon, sweetheart let it go.”

I open my eyes when I feel a towel on the side of my head. Nicole is wiping the side of my face. She is trying to help me, even after I had shot my mouth off towards her.

“Mama, get up from there, you shouldn’t be bending down in your condition,” Dragon says.

My eyes lock on Nicole’s blue ones. I’m not sure what is there. There’s pity, but something else. I want to ask, but I don’t. She gives me a weak smile and lets her man pull her away from me.

“Get your shit together, Dance. You want revenge? I’ll help you. Whatever you need brother you got it, but get your f*cking shit together. We’re brothers. I’m here for you. No judgment. You feel me?”

I don’t answer. I hear him I just can’t stop looking at the way my brother is holding Nicole. I watch as she stretches her head up and kisses him on the lips and slowly pulls away.

She gets to the hall at the back of the club, stops and looks at me. She gives me a weak smile. I pull my eyes from her and look back at my brothers. They’re all standing in a semi-circle looking down on the f*cking mess I have become. I know what they want from me, I’m just not sure I can give it.

I’m lying here in vomit with my pants undone, with my brothers watching. Is this rock bottom?





Chapter 36




Dancer


The feel of cold water rushing over me greets me. I sputter into consciousness. Dragon is standing over my bed in the club, a dripping empty bucket in his hand.

“What the f*ck, man?” I yell jumping out of the bed, using my hand to wipe the water out of my eyes. I moan at the pain the sudden movement costs me. I sway but manage to stay on my feet.

“Time to get off your ass, Dance. We got shit to do.”

He throws a towel at me, I wipe my face off and then put the towel on the bed and sit down to get my bearings. Sadly, most of the water hit me not the bed.

“What kind of shit?”

He throws down a flyer and I look at it.

Hope Harbor, A Sexual Trauma Recovery Center “Oh, f*ck no!”

“Oh, f*ck yes,” Dragon returns.

“You don’t know what the…”

“I don’t, exactly. I’ll give you that, but I know what it’s like to be used for sex when I had no idea what sex was.”

“Damn it, Drag…”

“Look at me, motherf*cker. Do I look weak to you?”

I stop and look at him.

“I was traded around the streets as a kid for sex. A f*cking kid! I survived. I am my own f*cking man and I f*cking fight to keep that. I f*cking fight to keep my woman and…”

“It’s not the same! I went off half-cocked!” I scream standing up, the state of my hangover lost in the crap that Dragon seems intent on bringing to the surface.

“So? You kept Carrie from being…”

“If it had been you, it would have turned out different! You would have kept your cool! You would have saved your woman and covered your ass and none of the other shit would have happened! You even told me that shit!”

“I f*cking lied!” Dragon yells back and I freeze.

“If it had been Nicole attacked in that f*cking alley. If it had been Nicole some motherf*cker had his hands on, I would have gutted him like a motherf*cking fish and I would have danced on his corpse. Fuck I might have even made a necklace out of his entrails.”

I listen and my hand comes up to rub the stubble on my face. I almost want to smile.

“You’re a sick bastard.”

“Never claimed different.”

I sit back down.