Saving Dancer (Savage Brothers MC #2)(63)

“If it had been you Drag, you would have been able to protect yourself better. You would have stopped them…’

“Bullshit. You were one man. One man, who they grabbed, shanked from behind like the f*cking pussies they were and then beat you into unconsciousness—all before they took from you what they did. Hell Dance, even with all that you still managed to put two of the guards in the hospital.”

I swallow as I look down at the floor. I can’t look up at Dragon. I’m not ready.

“They didn’t take from me, Dragon. They didn’t steal a watch off of me. They didn’t rob me of money. They raped me.”

It’s a whisper. A broken whisper and I hate that there are tears, but there are. So, I keep my head down.

“They did, but they did not break you, Dance. You’re still here and you got a good woman who loves you. You got a baby on the way. You got a family who needs you and brothers that would f*cking die for you. Do NOT let these pussies take that shit from you, man. Don’t let it happen. If they do that, if you let them do that, then you’re weak. Right now brother, there’s not a motherf*cking thing weak about you.”

“How do you know?”

“Your dreams in the hospital, then I did some digging.”

“The brothers?”

“Might guess, but have no idea. I did this, I called in a marker.”

“You really think some new age recovery center can help me?”

“I think it’s worth a shot. I think it will help you get your woman and kid back.”

I swallow and chance a look at him. I breathe easier when he is looking down at me and I don’t see pity. I see… belief. I grab the paper again.

Hope Harbor. I sure could f*cking use some hope.

“I want them all to die. I want to send them to hell. I doubt Hope Harbor can do that for me.”

“No, that’s where I come in.”

I look up at him and he has another sheet of paper. He slides it in the pocket of his jeans.

“You get better. If you want to help you’re welcome to, but I will make the f*ckers pay. I made a promise.”

“A promise?” I ask trying to ignore the panic at the thought of the men on that paper.

“Red told me to make it hurt. I intend to.”

My eyes freeze on Dragon’s.

“She did?”

Dragon nods.

“I need help, Drag. I…I can’t do it on my own.”

“Then let’s get you help and get your woman home where she belongs.”

“She might not want to come home.”

“Then you’ll just have to convince her.”

“You think I can do that?” I ask, but I feel lighter than I have in forever.

“It’ll take a lot of work,” Dragon shrugs, but he is smiling too.

“A lot of work,” I echo.

“Anything good in life is.”

“Let’s get me healthy then,” I respond and when I stand in front of Dragon he cups my shoulder in support.





Chapter 37




Carrie


God, I miss him.

I thought with time it would get better, but it hasn’t. It’s been four weeks. A whole month now since I have seen Jacob and every day the need for him gets worse. What is wrong with me?

I’ve gotten settled. I have a routine, but that’s what it is. A routine. The highlight of my week is when Nicole calls me. She told me that Dancer has been attending therapy for the last two weeks. She feels like he’s trying to get better. I’m glad. I really am, but there’s a part of me wondering why he couldn’t do that when we were together. A bigger part of me is hurt because he hasn’t tried to contact me. Did I mean so little? Now that he’s trying to get better, am I no longer important to him? Did I finally convince him it was over? That thought chills me.

These questions have haunted me constantly for the last three days—ever since Nicole’s last call where she told me that Dancer had moved back into the house he and I had shared.

My hand goes down to my stomach and I rub it gently. I’m not showing yet, but I can feel changes. I will be having an ultrasound soon. I want Jacob to be there. I sigh. People in hell want ice water I guess.

The phone rings and my hand automatically grabs it on the first ring, not bothering to check the caller I.D—just praying I know who it is.

“Hello?”

“Carrie.”

The word is more breathed than said. I feel it and it warms me.

“Hello, Jacob.”

“Don’t hang up on me Care Bear, please don’t hang up on me.”

“I should.”

“I know sweetheart, but I’m begging you not to.”

I say nothing in return, but I don’t hang up.

“I’ve missed you, Care Bear. The house feels empty without you.”

“You’ll get used to it,” I say praying I’m wrong.

“How are you? How’s our angel?”

“Angel?” I ask looking down at my hand that is cupping my stomach.

“I’ve decided we’re having a girl.”

“We are?” I ask, not sure if him saying we’re having a baby, or the fact he says it’s a girl touches me more.