Breaking Dragon_ Savage Brothers MC(51)

I think back over the night we shared. The revelations that were made, the discussions, the sex that was down and dirty and so freaking hot we probably would have spontaneously combusted if I hadn’t fell asleep on him. My Dragon was a dirty, dirty man and he made me the same. I think I like being a dirty girl. I feel freer with him than I had ever felt in my life.

I close my eyes and listen to the rain, wishing Dragon was still here. He had woke me around five this morning, telling me he had some club business to see to, but that he would be back. The fact that he even bothered to wake me up to tell me goodbye, I was sure signaled some kind of change in our relationship. I just wasn’t sure of what kind.

I am lying here thinking about everything I had discovered about Dragon when my phone vibrates on the nightstand. I reach over to get it and check the message.

Hey can I tear u away from Dragon today?

Yep, she’s still pissed.

Dragon’s gone. What’s up?

I’m in a situation. Meet me at the house in an hour?

Will do.

Well that was vague—and worrisome. Dani never asks for help, especially when she was somewhat pissed at you. I get up from the bed with a sigh. First order of business was a shower and food. Then hopefully I could see to Dani before Dragon realized I had been gone. He expected me to stay here at the club while on lockdown. Normally I wouldn’t test him, but Dani is my girl and I didn’t like this friction between us. Dragon would just have to understand.

There are no reasons why Dani and I are friends. Some things just happen. Dani walks to the beat of her own drum. She is a force of nature, a hurricane, a category five hurricane. She inspires me. She scares me. She makes me happy and I want to hold on to her.

After a quick shower, quick because staying in there and remembering the night before with Dragon was defeating the reason for the shower, I walk through the club into the back room which also happens to be the kitchen. Irish was in there with a prospect I had met earlier. They called him Nailer. He was African American like Dragon, but that was where the similarities ended. He was just as broad and built but his skin was lighter and he looked softer than Dragon somehow. I figured his nickname was pretty much horn dog material, but hadn’t bothered to ask.

“Hey boys,” I said trying not to take offense because they stop talking immediately when I came into the room. I know Dragon said club business was club business, but really.

“Hey Nic. What ya’ into today?” Irish said, handing me an empty plate.

I went about filling it with some scrambled eggs and sausage that had been set out in dishes along the bar, added a piece of toast and sat down across from them.

“Got some stuff going on with Dani later, that’s about it. Hey Irish? What days am I working this week? I haven’t seen the new schedule.” I asked putting some butter on my toast.

“Uh Nic, Dragon said you weren’t working at the club anymore.”

I stopped putting my butter on half way through and looked up at Irish.

“He what?” I growled.

“Hey take it up with the Boss. All I know is what he told me and he says under no circumstances is his woman schlepping drinks to a bunch of drunk, horny bastards.”

I finished buttering my toast. I was kind of pissed, but I couldn’t help snorting at the way Irish said it. Plus, Dragon had apparently called me his woman. There was no way I could be pissed after that. I took a bite of the toast and vowed to plan my attack with Dragon later.

“What time will Dragon and the men be back?” I ask pushing my eggs around my plate.

“Probably late girl, Crush and him went to the prison to see Dancer and then had some other things to do.”

I nodded, finishing up my toast and deciding my eyes were bigger than my stomach.

“Okay boys I’m out of here I need to go check on my girl and pack up some more clothes.”

“I thought Dragon wanted you to stay here because of the lock down?” Nailer asked.

“He wouldn’t want you to just leave Nic. Nailer is right,” Irish added.

“I’m just going to the house. That’s what? A twenty minute drive at the most, I have to get some more clothes and shit and Dani called. I shouldn’t be gone long.”

“Take Nailer with you. I’d go myself but the bar is expecting a delivery soon,” Irish said.

I looked at Nailer with a shake of my head.

“I’ll probably bore you silly, so if you don’t want to go…”

“I’m ready when you are.”

“Whatever then, let’s hit the road. See ya later Irish.”

“Later Nic.”



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“Okay Nailer, I’ve seen Dragon mad, so I know how he got his name. Irish is pretty self explanatory and even Crusher or Bull. Should I just assume Nailer means you are a horn dog?” I ask from the passenger seat of the club’s SUV. Nailer insisted we take this black Chevy Tahoe, as opposed to my Mercedes. He mumbled something about his Tahoe being manlier, men were so silly.