Saving Dancer (Savage Brothers MC #2)(9)

“So where’s Carrie at now?” I ask before I can stop myself. It’s f*cked up, I admit it. I’m mad at her, I blame her…well mostly, but I’m not exactly crazy happy she’s off somewhere with Bull either.

“Bull took her out to the safe house in Manchester.”

“Is that necessary?”

“She has been staying at the club, but the girl is pretty innocent and I have the Atlanta Charter coming in tomorrow for a few days…a big party.”

I don’t know what to say to that. Several things run through my head, but none of them I want to voice so, I let it go.

“This f*cker got a real name?”

“Francis Owsley.”

“Francis? Jesus, no wonder the f*cker is ripping off names from Greek mythology.”

Dragon laughs and I almost do too, except all this talk of Carrie has me feeling like I’m crawling out of my skin.

“He hasn’t made any moves since the day your woman was hurt?” It was tricky wording that question since bringing up Irish was bad, and saying Nicole and shot in the same sentence seemed to set Dragon off even more.

“Not a damn thing. He went underground as soon as we got his name. Something will give soon. I can feel it.”

I don’t roll my eyes, that shit would get me shot, plus I know from years of being in the service with Dragon that he has a pretty good sense for when things were about to get all f*cked up. That means his surety that things are about to go to hell is bad, f*cking bad.

“Well I better get back to the hotel,” I say getting up to leave.

“I expect your ass here tomorrow night,” Dragon orders and there’s no doubt that it is an order.

I grunt and walk out without giving him a solid answer.





Chapter 4




Carrie


I listen to Lips, Dani, and Nic laugh, and I have to smile. I love these women. I’ve never had sisters, but since the first time I walked through the doors of the Savage MC almost four months ago, these girls have made me feel part of them. Nic and Dani are best friends and as different as night and day. Nicole is head over heels in love with Dragon and a complete fool could see that from miles off. Dani is hilarious and she makes you laugh. She seems to flirt with everyone, but I get the feeling men are the last thing on her mind. Lips is a club Twinkie (a woman all the brothers seemed to share), but she is different from the rest. I don’t really know how to explain it. She is just different. Of course the last month she has been dating Six exclusively. Six is a new member of the club. I’d heard the men refer to him as a prospect. He is funny and easy-going and he really seems to care for Lips. I’m hoping it works out for the two of them.

“I still don’t see why you can’t be at the party tomorrow,” Dani complains while sitting on the couch beside me. Her legs are folded and crossed under her. Nicole and Lips are in chairs across from the couch. Alexander, Bull and Six are sitting at the kitchen table talking quietly to each other, but every time I glance up they are watching us. It is unnerving, but after having the club watch over me for the last two months, I am slowly getting used to it.

Dragon had his men come get me after the car accident. Nicole and Dani were hurt and recovering. Dragon seemed to think it was the same man after me. Maybe the three of us bonded over that, I don’t know. I just appreciated the way they made me feel like part of a family instead of an outsider. After what I had lost, it was a welcomed feeling.

“She’s not going,” Bull speaks up and I turn to look at him.

We haven’t talked since he kissed me. That wasn’t unusual, Bull doesn’t talk. This morning at the hotel was definitely not his norm.

“Why can’t I go?” I ask confused. Maybe the club is tired of having me around?

“Red, some things are better not asked,” Bull says and turns back to his brothers effectively dismissing me. I want to be assertive and demand to know the real reason, but I’m just not that person and it sucks.

“It’s because of the Atlanta chapter. Last time they were here, the place was rowdy. They’re protecting you,” Nicole offers, putting her hand on mine.

I look up at her. She is beautiful. She has these blue eyes that just light up a room. Her hair is a golden blonde and has grown longer since I’ve met her. She is wearing these black leggings with matching high-heeled boots and a long burnt orange sweater. I almost feel dowdy next to her—to all of these women really. Dani is like a runway model, tall, skinny, perfect bone structure and this dark chestnut hair that is long, silky-smooth and gorgeous. Lips, whose name is actually Vida, is just as gorgeous. Her dark skin looks like warm, creamy coffee and her hair is long with purple color woven in. You’d think it was black until the light hits and you have to do a double take. They are all dressed kind of like Nicole, casual to be sure—but totally different from my faded blue jeans and baby pink t-shirt. My hair is pulled up high in a pony-tail and I spent the morning taming my curls and straightening them. Whereas, all the women around me have on makeup, I hadn’t bothered. I seldom do. It just seems too much effort. If I made myself up and wore more stylish clothes, would Jacob notice me more then? I hold in my groan. It doesn’t matter what I do, Jacob will never notice or care. Well, unless I died. He might notice then. At least long enough to celebrate.

“Earth to Carrie!” Lips says and I smile.