Breaking Dragon (20 page)

It’s raining. The rain makes me miss him more. I hear it falling as I slide my hand d
own my body.  My skin is soft.
There’s a slight chill to it and I can feel the goose bumps rise behind my touch as I follow the path around my breasts. I have never liked my breasts, always hated that they were too big, not as perky and round like the pictures I’ve seen or even Danielle’s. She’s got gorgeous breasts. I’ve always been jealous of that. Not since Dragon. Dragon makes me love my body. He makes me crave and remember how it felt when he took my breasts in his large callused hands. How it felt when he placed his lips on my nipple and slowly moved his tongue around and sucked it into his mouth. How it felt to feel him sucking and biting. God I love his bite.

Last night was wonderful, beyond wonderful really. I fell asleep with Dragon inside of me and woke up hours later with him taking me again. He was insatiable; I never knew men like him even existed outside of books or movies. I stretch and my body feels sore and well used. I could almost purr like a contented cat.

Even better, I smell of him this morning. I can smell his sex on me. Hours later and I can still feel him leaking from between my legs and I should hate it, but I don’t. I freaking revel in the knowledge that I belong to Dragon ‘Detroit’ West. I revel in the fact that last night he gave me a piece of him that very few people get—if any.

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.”

****

    
“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.

  
“Well I’m a man and I think we’re all pretty much pussy chasers.”

   
“Well…some chase dicks,” I said philosophically.

   
“Okay, well I don’t though, but even so I used to work construction, so hence the nickname.”

   
“Well dang Nailer, that’s kind of a boring story,” I said with a grin.

    
“Would it help if I told you Bull got his name because he was hung like one?” He joked turning into the house Dani and I had rented.

     
“I don’t think I’m supposed to know that kind of information about Bull. Oh my God, I’ll never be able to look at the man again now.”

     
Nailer laughed and we got out of the SUV. I had been dreading being in a car with someone I didn’t know, but Nailer made me laugh. So far I had to say with the exception of the bitch I had to put in her place? I liked all of Dragon’s ‘family’.

    
Dani’s car was in the driveway, so at least I wouldn’t have to wait around until she got home.

    
I opened the door and walked in still laughing with Nailer and because of that was completely unprepared for what happened next.

   
The smallest guy that Dani left with the other night came out from behind the door and used the butt of his gun to hit Nailer in the head. Nailer went down with a horrible thud. I scream and immediately the man wraps his beefy looking hand around my mouth and drags me further inside.

    
I try biting him, but he holds my head so tight, I can’t move enough to get away from him. I know there is fear in my eyes, you couldn’t really help it in this situation, but I’m still pissed as hell at myself for allowing it. I look over at Dani and she doesn’t appear alarmed. There’s something in her eyes, I wasn’t sure what it was exactly but she starts walking towards me.

    
“Calm down Nic. It’s not what you think. Tiny and me are trying to save you. Girl you just don’t know what that man you are with has done.”

     I elbow the idiot holding me and Dani nods at him and he lets me go. 

    
“Are you crazy?” I immediately go down on the floor to check on Nailer. He’s breathing, but definitely out cold with a knot the size of Texas on the back of his head.

    
“Nic I had to get you away from that club. You don’t know what they’re doing!” Dani said, reaching down to pull me away. I stubbornly refused to let her.

     
“Have you lost your freaking mind?”

     
“Nic!”

     
“Dani! How the fuck do you know anything is going on? You spent what? A couple nights with this asshole and decide everything he’s telling you is the fucking truth?”

“He had pictures Nic. You should see what Dragon did to his own man! Here look at them! You can’t stay with him Nic, he’ll hurt you!”

I hear the panic in her voice so I try to count to ten and calm my temper. Then I take the camera she’s pushing at me. I click the review button on the back and scan through the photos captured on the little screen.

Okay my stomach knots up at what I see. Dragon is torturing some man lying in a …
bathtub? The man is badly beaten. There’s one picture where it appears that Dragon was cutting off his fingers maybe? It’s hard to tell and the picture is obviously taken through a window and at a good distance away. 

“Why do you have these pictures?” I ask Dani and the man I remembered Skull called Tiny the other night. He has a smug ass look on his face. I don’t like him. That thought rings clear over a myriad of emotions hammering through me at the moment. Dani looks at me like I have three heads.

“That’s all you have to say? Did you see what he was doing to that poor man?”

Good question, I guess. I mean I did see it, but I had also seen pictures at the club of the girl that had been beaten. I knew this was the club business Dragon had been handling. If this man had been the one who had done that to the girl, and if he had also been one of Dragon’s men like Dani insinuated it didn’t excuse him, but it sure as hell put a different light on the situation.

“I’m not discussing Dragon’s business with you Dani I’m asking why the fuck these pictures were taken in the first place?”

“Tiny is in charge of following Dragon and his crew when they are in Skull’s city to make sure they don’t do shit LIKE THIS! Nic you can’t be so far gone over Dragon that you can’t see how wrong this is? Jesus.”

I act like I’m going through the pictures, but instead eject the memory card out the side and slide it into my pants pocket. Maybe I am a fool, but I believe in him and I’m not about to leave anything that might be used against him.

“Get the fuck out of my house.”  I
yell when I finish, turning the camera off and tossing it across the room.

“Not going to happen bitch,” Tiny smugly says. It’s then I notice the look on his face. Yeah, I don’t like him was understating shit—like a lot.

“What do you want from me?” I ask with a disgusted snarl trying to figure out how in the hell to get out of this mess.

“To play with you sweet cheeks, maybe I’ll do you and your girl at the same time. Dani here likes to party. The more the merrier, right baby?”

God he makes my stomach turn. I watch Dani’s face as it goes white. Dani has some amazing qualities, but when it comes to men she’s worse than me. The thought of letting this man anywhere near me makes me gag.

“You touch me and Dragon will feed you your dick and balls on a silver platter.”

“Think you’re overestimating your appeal puta. Dragon’s known for liking lots of pussy, you’re just the flavor of the day.

You’re not my type so much, but I’ll fuck your ass while you’re eating out your girl. Now enough of this shit. Strip before I decide your fat ass is more trouble than it’s worth.”

“Tiny baby stop it you’re going to scare Nic. Besides, I told you I don’t party with other women,” Dani said. I could tell she was trying to distract him so I could get away, the panicked look in her eyes when she shot me a pleading glance told me so. I couldn’t leave her and Nailer here alone though. I move my body so I’m blocking Nailer’s torso, then use
my hand to see if he had any kind of weapon on him I could use. 

I might have thrown up in my mouth a little when Dani actually kisses the creep. Ugh, I would have to gargle twenty times a day for the rest of my life.

Still when she hikes her leg up on his hip and starts taking his shirt off, I figure I might have a shot of getting us out of this fucked up mess, if Nailer just had something I could use…

Eureka!
A knife, I would have much rather had a gun. Dragon should really talk to his men about carrying weapons at all times. I mean seriously, what kind of bad ass protector didn’t have a freaking gun???