Breaking Dragon_ Savage Brothers MC(22)

“I still say it’s fucking cold to test a brother. He’s been part of our damned group for years now. He should have our respect,” Crush said, drawing my attention back to the conversation at hand.

I understood his point but I was getting damn tired of being questioned. It was my fucking club. My word was law. It had to be. Wasn’t that I was a hard ass with a god complex. Screw that shit. No, it was that my decisions kept our asses alive and I needed them to have my back—not question me. Crush was a good man, and one of my closest brothers but I was fucking tired of this shit.

“Enough. I fucking heard you the first fifteen damned times you spouted that shit. I’m not fucking asking for your permission dick weed, I’m informing you of my fucking decision. Respect that shit or get the fuck out.”

“I’m just saying…”

“I know what the fuck you’re saying, but this is not the first fucking time Twist has been called out. Shit it’s not even the second. I’m sick of fucking dealing with this. I either can trust a brother or I can’t. Skull can be an asshole, but he shoots straight. If he says he’s heard talk and mentions a name, that means the mother fucker has seen that shit up close and personal.”

I look at my brothers—and they were my brothers. I knew I was a fucked up looking S-O-B. I was big and broad. I worked hard for that, you couldn’t really be a President of a Club and look like a damn science nerd. My dark skin was marred with scars and tats and my hands were callused and rough as shit. I didn’t care. It was who I was.

My brothers though? Each one was different. Crush had dark hair and skin tanned naturally by the sun. He liked the military and kept his buzz cut going, though maybe a little longer than regulation since he got out. Irish had strawberry blonde hair, which was shaggy and cut with no real direction. I secretly thought he just took the scissors and chopped off a whack of hair when it annoyed him. His skin was so fucking white! Damn shit made me want to put on my shades when he went around without a shirt. Bull? There wasn’t much pretty about him that was for damn sure. He was a brother like me. You would think he was a pretty boy; it took him a freaking hour to shave his head bald. He wasn’t, he was quiet and rarely smiled. As club enforcer that shit worked though. Gunner and Freak were different as night and day and they were real brothers. Freak was covered in tats, hair that was thick and long and covered most of his face because he didn’t give a shit. Gunner was blonde, blue-eyed and could have been a surfer dude. He didn’t really fit in with our rough ass crew. I liked him though. He was a straight shooter and I figured he’d be the one to have trouble with this shit, since he brought Twist in. He was remaining quiet though. I appreciated it. Now if Crush would quit dogging my ass about it. I had shit I wanted to do tonight. Namely Nicole, damn bitch had me dying for her again. She was going to be deep trouble. I knew it. Fuck, I saw it coming head on, but I couldn’t stop that shit. I didn’t even want to.

“Are we done with this fucking convo now boys, or do I have to sit here and watch you jerk your dicks before I can leave?” I growl. Crush gave me a pissed off look but he nodded with the others.

“Then it’s settled. Gun, Twist trusts you. You hang by his side both when he knows and especially when he doesn’t. Freak you are there when Gun ain’t. You get so far in his shit, you gotta shower.”

“We hear ya Boss,” Freak said. Gunner just nodded his silent agreement. That was his way. Man didn’t talk much. It might weird some out. Me? Hell no. I knew when Gun talked I should listen, so it worked.

“Crush you and Bull get started on your roles in this shit fest. I need answers by yesterday. I need to know what’s going on this week, before we find ourselves in a fucking mess.”

“What if the man is innocent and we do this shit to him? What then Drag?” Crush questioned me yet-a-fucking-again. At least this time he didn’t sound like a damned sullen little bitch face about it.

“Then I take him to the fucking side and man up. But, this fucking shit? It’s our life. Club comes first and ain’t no mother fucker above suspicion when the safety of our lives and our fucking livelihood is on the line. You feeling me here Crush?”

“Yeah man I got ya.”

“Then church is mother-fucking-adjourned. Smoke’m if you got’em but I’m off, got somewhere I need to fucking be and it ain’t with you pricks.”

“Hold up Boss, I’ll head out with you.” I was already heading for the door but it didn’t surprise me to hear Gunner. He had been silent, but he brought Twist in, he’d want to give me shit about this I’m sure. I appreciated him holding that shit in though in front of the others. If he and Crush both questioned my decisions, this meeting would have been a lot worse and definitely bloodier. They may be my brothers, but as the President, if I needed to knock heads together to prove there was a reason I was their leader…I did.