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Breaking Dragon_ Savage Brothers MC(33)



“I like that.”

“What?”

“You soft and sweet and calling me sweetheart. I want more of that.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” I smile. Dragon holds my eyes for a minute, and then kisses the freaking hell out of me. I’m still trying to recover when he gives Crusher a nod and they’re gone. My stomach is still doing somersaults when the door closes behind them.

Dani is standing over in the corner. I had forgotten all about her. My knees are so weak from the kiss that I had to lean on the furniture to catch my breath.

“Damn Nic girl. You might have a problem.”

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I had to agree with her.





Chapter 12

Dragon

The last fucking thing I wanted to do was leave Nicole. She had become a drug that I was fast becoming addicted to. I had to have more of it, more of her. I had never been in this head space before, especially about a fucking woman and I wasn’t sure what to do about it. I just know I wanted more. I guess comparing a woman to a fucking needle in a fucking vein wasn’t what they wanted to hear, but that’s what she was. I just left and already wanted another hit.

I have never in my life put a woman before my club or my brothers, but in that moment, I was tempted to tell Crusher to handle shit and leave me with Nicole. I couldn’t leave without kissing her. I had too.

When we got to the Pussy Club, all thoughts of Nicole left my mind. Jess, was in bad shape. Some fucker had worked her over bad. She had been beaten so bad, she was unrecognizable. Her face was swollen and mangled. Her nose was broken and the blood from it ran down her face and intermingled with that from all the cuts on her face. It fucking turned your stomach. I had seen some fucked up shit in my time, but to know a man had done this damage to a woman? My stomach churned.

Poncho, the club doctor who came when we called had just finished looking her over.

“Fuck Dragon, someone almost killed this poor slip of a girl.” Poncho said closing the door and leaving the girl resting on the sofa in the office.

Poncho was a little guy really, standing about 5’8. He was skinny and worn. I wasn’t exactly sure how old he was, I figured in his sixties but shit from the looks of him, it could easily be more. He had been on the Savage payroll since the beginning and even though most of our members had medic training, a doctor was a must at times.

“What damage we talking Doc?” Crusher asked. Shit I was having trouble forming words.

“Her nose is broke, her arm and I can’t tell for sure without ex-rays but I’d say at least three ribs are broke, with more bruised. I’ve reset the nose, taped up the arm tight which will do for tonight. Bring her to the house tomorrow and I’ll put her in a cast. I taped her ribs too, but she needs to be watched closely for awhile. It’s a bad concussion; I just want to make sure she’s okay. Ideally she should be in the hospital, but I know your thoughts on that. I’ve got Vera staying the night with her and keeping an eye on her vitals.”

I nod, wanting to break something but keeping my calm. When I find this motherfucker heads will roll.

“Anything on the cameras?” I asked Bull, Irish, Crush, and Gunner who had gathered around.

“Fucker took ‘em out.” Irish spoke up.

That wasn’t unexpected. Still Bull and I knew something that the others didn’t.

Bull had come to me a couple months back, after one of the girls had been having trouble with an ex-boyfriend. The alley had been a weak spot in our defenses. As Enforcer of the club, security was Bull’s responsibility. Sometimes we ran stuff through the club, sometimes we didn’t. I never thought of it before, but this time I was glad. We had decided to install small cameras in areas that were completely unexpected and thus hidden much better. It was fucked up shit I had to be glad my brothers didn’t know about these cameras. Yet, I was, especially since I was pretty fucking sure what they would reveal.

We had put a series of three cameras along the base of the alley on all sides. They were low to the ground, so they might not show as much as the cameras that had been taken out, but they sure as fuck would show us enough.

Someone was going to a fuck of a lot of trouble to make it look like Skull was trying to start a turf war. So much in fact, they were being obvious, too fucking obvious. I might not like Skull a lot, but he was a smart man and there was no way he’d just paint a neon sign above his head.

“Bull? Have Freak check it.”

Irish and the other men look at me, but I shook my head. I’d talk with my brothers soon.

“Church tonight! Two hours at the shed and every fucking member better be there.”