I stand looking at what is left of a man I use to respect. There’s not much there. In the month that we have been interrogating him, I had only learned bits and pieces.
The man responsible for the mayhem in my club, and ultimately nearly killing my woman is an unknown shadow and I don’t like that shit one bit.
Irish had caved enough to tell me that it all somehow linked in with Dancer and the two of us pissing off the wrong people. At least I had a direction to look into now.
Irish was pretty unrecognizable. We branded his tats off, the ones concerning the club at least. Freak had been working on him with a razor. The word traitor wrote across Irish’s chest was an extra special touch. Now he was in an oil drum. I can’t bring myself to let the soup finish him off like we had with Twist. I am going to be slightly more humane.
“I’ll see you in hell brother.” I said. I aim my 45 at his dick and then empty the chamber.
I look over at Bull.
“After he has breathed his last, go ahead and add the stew. When you’re done, dump him and blast the fucker.”
We were going to pour Irish in the old abandoned deep mine. We’d have to pour him because with the stew, there won’t be anything left of him. Irish had a fear of being underground, so I felt it was poetic justice.
I turn and walk away. I have a woman to get back to. I also need Freak to start digging up information on this Phoenix. If this fucker thought he’d play with my club he had another think coming. I’d make him sorry he ever tried.
I pull out my cell phone as I make it to the SUV.
“I need Dancer out like yesterday. Quit dragging your ass and make it happen Eagle or I’ll find someone who can, you feel me?”
His voice drones on.
“No more excuses. Do it. I need my brother out of that shit hole like yesterday. You feel me?”
I don’t give him time to respond. I hang up and head back to the club. It’s time I start circling the wagons. I expect to know who the fuck thought he could toy with me by the end of the night and when I do he will know who in the hell the Savage MC was and how the fuck we got our name.
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Saving Dancer.
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Saving Dancer
By:
Jordan Marie
Prologue
‘The Nightmare’
Dancer
It’s dark, pitch black. I can feel the hands holding me down. The laughter fades into the background as my heart accelerates and beats out of control. The sound drums in my ears and a fine sweat pops out over my body. I slam my head back with all of my might. I choke on the fear and I despise myself for it. The fear makes me feel weak and I have never been weak in my life.
The back of my head connects with some mother fucker and the feeling of blood smears against my bald head. I slam my head again hoping I can kill the son of a bitch.
I scream out as dirty hands try to clamp over my mouth. I twist and turn until I can get just enough of the hand in my mouth to bite down and tear. I do with an angry scream. There’s a moment of disappointment that I can’t manage to tear the finger off with just the force of my teeth.
Still, it’s enough to get room. Room enough so I can throw an elbow into the son of a bitch’s stomach that has been helping to restrain me. There are four of the mother fuckers holding me, three now that the guy behind me let go. I hope I at least killed him. I will kill them all though. I will. I will tear them apart piece by piece. That is the last clear thought I have before a large silver flash comes at me.
I feel the impact of the pipe against the side of my head. I hear that voice. The voice I hate so much it continuously churns in my gut and eats at me from the inside out.
“Got something for you pretty boy,” the voice says as the darkness encloses around me.
It was six words. It was six words that would bring death, six words that would change me forever, six words that would destroy me and start my path through hell.
Chapter 1
Dancer
It’s dark but not night, that much I know. The heavy, foam-backed curtains are pulled tight over the window and a small sliver of light is allowed to shine where the two panels meet. There is a pounding behind my eyes and a cold sweaty mist covers my body. My head is swimming and I close my eyes against the gut clenching nausea that slams me.