“I said, no!”
The door is ripped opened. I grip the gun and tighten my finger on the trigger. I discharge the weapon, before I can register what I’m seeing. I scream out in shock as I focus on the face in front of me.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” Dragon growls.
Dragon. Is he real?
He dodges as the gun goes off, but the bullet still hits him. Skull is watching and as the bullet hits Dragon’s flesh, he fills my vision.
His head goes down, “Dios mio mujer, que hiciste!”
I don’t know what he said. I just have one word repeating in my head.
Dragon.
Chapter 25
Dragon
I hear Nicole scream out and then yell, “I said, no!”
I lose my fucking mind. I trusted Skull to watch over her. What kind of shit is he trying to pull? When I yank the door open the last thing I expect to see is my woman lying down in the limo seat with Skull bent over and his head between my woman’s legs. His hand is up under her dress and I am about to tear the motherfucker’s head off. That’s when I notice the gun wavering in Nicole’s hand and hear the discharge. I dodge the motherfucker, but I’m so close it tears into my upper shoulder. Son of a bitch hurts like fuck, but I ignore the pain and grab Skull by the back of his neck hauling his fucking ass out of the car. He yanks away from me and I let him, turning to my woman. Rage is boiling inside of me.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Nicole’s face is pale as a ghost. She just lays there, breathing hard. Motherfucker was Skull that good? I know it’s not rational, but you do not see what I just saw and be rational.
“Are you…Dragon is that you?” She asks and I suddenly remember she thinks I am dead. Which would have calmed me the fuck down, except there was a man between her legs.
“Yeah Mama, surprise, it’s me. I sure as fuck didn’t expect to see you getting it on in the back of a limo, pregnant with my baby, on the day of my funeral, with gunfire every-fucking-where.”
She squeaks. Starts to speak and then stops. She awkwardly rolls to sit up, flashing some black silk panties in the process. I guess I should be thankful she managed to keep them on. Then she slides out of the car and stands in front of me. I don’t know what I expected. A kiss? Her falling into my arms? Something, but I didn’t expect her to slap the shit out of me. She’s got some power in her hit, too. It rings my jaws.
“How the fuck are you still alive?”
“Gee? I don’t know, because I am? That don’t explain why Skull had his hands up your dress, Mama.”
“Oh my God! Are you being serious with me right now?”
“It don’t get much more serious than what I just saw, woman!”
She raises her hand to slap me and I grab it this time. Oh, hell no, that’s not happening again.
“Don’t you dare slap me again, Mama. I gave you the first one, that’s it.”
“You gave it to me? Oh my God!” You insufferable….”
I should have been watching, but fuck, days of watching my woman hurt and not being able to hold her have taken its toll on me. The last two nights, I’ve snuck into her bed after she fell asleep, just to hold her. The way her eyes light up in anger now, grab my attention and I can’t look away—even if I tried. Which is a shame because if I had been watching I would have seen her take her free hand, that still has the gun in it, and slam the butt of it into my balls.
Motherfucker.
Skull reaches over and grabs the gun and secures it. I would have done it, but I’m too busy grabbing my nuts and fighting to stand up.
“Did you just fucking punch me in the nuts with a loaded gun?”
“Yes! And I’d do it again if Skull would give me the damn gun back!”
“Woman! You could have shot my dick off!”
“Don’t give me any ideas!”
“What the fuck, Nicole? I figured you’d be upset I kept this hid from you, but hell you…”
“If I might interject…”
“Shut the hell up, motherfucker! I’ll deal with you in a minute.”
“That’s all well and good compadre, but perhaps you can finish your fighting for after we get to the hospital.”
“The hospital?”
“Well, as you have been shot and Nicole is in labor, it seems to me that would be the place to continue this…discussion, sí?”
“Labor?”
“Oh hell, I shot you,” Nicole says.
It’s then I notice the way Nicole is holding her stomach.
“Mama, let’s get you in the car,” I respond, trying to tap down the anger. I know it was stupid of me to jump to conclusions in the first place. Trouble is, when Nicole is involved I don’t think logically.
Before I can help her, she yells, “No! Don’t you touch me!”
I freeze and step back from her. She looks around and her eyes stop on Dancer. “You knew, didn’t you?”