Page 41 of Crusher

CRUSHER

Two Weeks Later

I hold Sadie close on my lap, hating when I’m not touching her, even for a second. Sentinel, Throttle, and Gunner sit with their women as well, all of us talking and smiling around the firepit out back at the clubhouse. She’s officially my ol’ lady now, and I can’t think of anything better, other than putting a ring on her finger and knocking her up ASAP.

But that’ll have to wait. My woman moves at her own pace and it took a few months of chasing her plus a kidnapping to get us where we are now. So I’m not pushing my luck and trying to rush her. Besides, knowing the kind of woman she is, she’d just kick my ass or shoot me.

Literally.

Sadie sure fits in with this wild band of misfits, which makes me happy that she and Kyle are now part of my found family. But it also makes me nervous as hell, especially when the women are currently exchanging embarrassing details about us, laughing amongst themselves as though me and my brothers aren’t even here.

“Sentinel absolutely snores. You should hear it. It’s louder than thunder.” Emma laughs, and the rest of the women join in.

“I know! Gunner is the same. Wakes up our son almost every night.” Lily starts giggling when my brother pinches her side.

“Well, Crusher doesn’t snore, but he talks in hi?—”

“Okay,” I cut her off. “I think that’s enough of that.”

“Aw, what’s the matter? You embarrassed?” Sienna laughs, giving Sadie a sly wink.

Throttle’s mouth splits into a shit-eating grin. “I’d hush up if I were you, woman. Unless you want me to tell 'em how you practically run me outta the room every night, snoring like a damn T-Rex.”

Sienna’s eyes widen like she’s been scandalized, and we all laugh. “I do not!” she protests. “And I have allergies. They mess with my sinuses, so it’s not my fault.”

Throttle boops her nose when she pouts. “I’m only teasing, princess. I can barely hear it.”

She smiles affectionately before leaning in to give him a quick kiss.

But when she turns back to the women, he shakes his head and mouths, “Loud as fuck,” to the rest of us, and we all snicker.

I never thought I’d see the day when this rough bunch of bikers would turn into a group of gun-toting teddy bears with ol’ ladies on their arms. Our single brothers are laughing their asses off right now, but none of us cares. I know I sure as fuck don’t. I get to go home every night and sink into the warmest, wettest pussy a man could ask for. But I also have the love of a woman who doesn’t give it freely and that’s the best gift of all. I’d say the other guys feel the same about their ol’ ladies too.

I look over to a picnic table a few feet away. Venom sits with Gamble and Maverick, the three of them laughing about something. The single life was good, but I don’t miss it one bit. Although I’ve heard Gamble might not be single much longer. Something about one of the new girls we hired at the Emerald Club having his dick all tied up in knots. That’s one I’ll have to see to believe but won’t say it’s impossible. The right woman can make a man do crazy shit.

Venom laughs, leaning back in his chair like a fucking king while sipping his beer. The man looks peaceful now that all this shit is over with the Outlaws. I’m not so easily fooled. He may be taking a break to blow off some steam, but he never stops. Always staying one step ahead of our enemies and watching out for each and every one of us.

We never did hear anything from whoever the Outlaws were trafficking women for. Even after I tortured Ratchet for days, I didn’t get shit outta him before the fucker died. Fucking heart attack. Doc says there wasn’t anything I could’ve done about it. With the piss-poor way he took care of himself, he was a time bomb waiting to happen.

That said, I still feel like I let my club down by not getting the info we need. But I’ll have to save my self-pity for another day. Besides, Maverick and Breaker are on it. And I know those two fuckers won’t quit until they find what they’re looking for.

Sadie’s been quiet for a few moments; then she turns her attention to me. “Whatever happened with all that shit with the mayor? Doesn’t seem right he gets away with all the shit he’s done.”

“You’re damn right it isn’t. And he won’t,” I tell her.

“You don’t have to worry about him, darlin’. He’s been taken care of as well,” Venom assures her before checking the clock on his phone. “Matter of fact, this is good timing. I think we need to catch the evening news.”

The ladies look confused—all except Sienna—while my brother and I just smirk at each other.

“Why don’t we step inside? We need to watch the show on the big screen.” A villainous grin appears on Venom’s face before we all file into the huge family room.

Breaker cues it up, and then the mayor’s face lights up the screen.

“Good evening, Carnage. I’m Christine Abrams with your five o’clock evening news. This just in, a breaking story from city hall. Officers have arrested the newly elected Carnage mayor, Glen E. Prescott, on six counts of first-degree criminal sexual misconduct with a minor, and forty-two counts of first-degree criminal sexual assault against women ages eighteen to twenty-nine.”

Blurred-out photos of Prescott and various women flood the screen. Sadie’s mouth goes slack at the same time mine spreads into a victorious smile. The fucker finally got what was coming for him.

“I hope someone shanks him on his first day in prison,” Sienna exclaims, and we all turn to face her. “Lucien and I put together a nice little package for the press. With Maverick and Breaker helping us gather all the details, we were able to send some pretty pictures with lots of incriminating evidence to support our anonymous claims.”

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