Breaking Dragon: Savage Brothers MC

by Marie, Jordan

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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.

  Waking up like this is nothing new. It’s the normal—my new fucked up normal. The room smells of smoke, cheap whiskey, perfumed whores, and sex. Fuck I’ve stuck my dick in so much loose pussy in the last week the damn thing smells like week old tuna.

  I rub my head over the short stubble on my head. In the week that I’ve been out of the joint, I’ve started letting it grow. In prison it was better to let the Screws keep it cut. There are just too many fucking bugs in that damn hell hole. I’m not sure if I’ll cut it again. Anything different from being there is better. I never want anything to remind me of being in that shit hole again.

  I push bodies off of me and move to the edge of the bed. The two chicks in the bed should have got their skanky asses out last night. One of them grumbles in complaint but she rolls her ass over on her girlfriend and goes back out. When I look over at the lily white ass sticking up in the air my hand automatically goes down to my dick and stretches it. Damn thing doesn’t take the hint though. If anything it seems to want to crawl inside of my balls and hide. It’s a shame because it’s a damn fine ass, but what the fuck ever. I stand up and the world spins as my body tilts too far to the left. I right myself and walk towards the bathroom, cursing when my bare feet kick one of the empty liquor bottles in the floor.

  Fuck that hurt. I lean over to pick the bottle up and the world tilts again. This time I overestimate my coordination and fall. I maneuver at the last minute and land on my side instead of my mother fucking head. I lay there a minute looking up at the darkness. It hurts to breathe, not really from the fall. Hell it’s hurt to breathe for so long I can’t remember when it was ever any other way. Why the fuck I couldn’t just swallow a bullet and get it over with I don’t even know. I’m so fucking tired of fighting it all. So fucking tired…

  “Dancer open up man!” The pounding on the front of the old hotel door jumps with the vibration of the pounding it receives.

  My head goes down, both hands raking over my it again. Fuck, I don’t want my brother here. Why couldn’t they just leave me alone? I told them fuckers that I….

  “Dancer open this fucking door or I’m kicking it in.” Crusher yells as he pounds the damn door again. I wince at the pain the noise brings.

  I start getting up. I may not have had shit to do with my brothers since I got out of the joint, but I know that he’s not going to give up. Before I can right myself enough to pick my ass up out of the floor, the door slams open and bounces off the wall with huge cracking noise. I wince at the pain that brings and close my eyes against the glaring light that is now in the room.

  “Fucking hell! Close the damn-fucking-son-of-a-bitching door.” I groan not bothering to turn around and look at Crusher. It’s better to keep my back against the light. Fucking shit is bright enough like this.

  “Oh God.”

  I turn my head against my will when I hear that voice. I know that voice, that voice is imbedded in my brain, my motherfucking black soul. I’m going to fucking rip Crusher’s head off. My eyes lock with the one person in this world that I never expected nor wanted to lay eyes on again.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?”

  She jerks back like I just physically hit her. I’ve never hit a woman in my life, but if I was going to start--it would be with her ass.

  “Hi, Jacob,” she whispers into the room and it fucking makes me want to scream and roar at her. I don’t want her here. I don’t want to see her, I don’t want to deal with her and I sure as fuck don’t want to hear that sweet ass voice saying my fucking name. She’s poison; she’s a fucking knife to the gut that repeatedly stabs. She’s the reason my head is all fucked up, that my life is all fucked up and most of all she is the reason I want to fucking swallow a bullet.

  “GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS ROOM!” I roar pulling myself up and charging towards her.

  She gasps and backs up against the hotel door. I’m almost to her. I don’t know what I’m going to do when I reach her. I really don’t. I might even strangle the life out of her. I know I will push her out of my fucking room, out of my space, out of my life. I know it. In the end the point is moot though because Crusher jumps in front of me and stops me from reaching her.

  We’re pretty evenly matched but if I had been sober he wouldn’t have been able to stop me. As it is, he contains me and looks over his shoulder.

  “Carrie wait for me by my bike Darlin’.”

  “Okay Alexander.” She whispers and gives me one more tortured look.

  Her green eyes are filled with tears, but I don’t fucking care. Her and her tears can rot in fucking hell. I think that and then my mind shifts back. Alexander? What the fuck?

  “Are you sinking your dick in that cunt?” I ask in disgust, pushing away from Crusher.

  “Jesus H. Christ Dance, what the fuck? You smell like a damned gutter.” Crusher says, his face curled in disgust.

  The bitches from last night are sitting up in bed looking at me and Crusher and it pisses me off. I told them to be gone by morning. I don’t even know why I keep trying to bury myself in pussy. It’s not working anyway and I sure as fuck don’t want them around after.

  “Get dressed and get the fuck out.” I growl and walk towards the small shower.

  “If you’re going to wait around till I get out, make sure those bitches leave.” I order Crusher.

  “Dance man…”

  “And you sure as fuck better keep that gash you came with outside.”

  I make it to the door before the crash is heard. I turn and look and Crusher has taken my empty liquor bottle and smashed the old mirror hanging on the wall opposite of the bed. Fuck I had been enjoying that mirror. That
thought freezes in my mind as I look at my brother. His body is rigid with anger and gone is the laid back country ol’ shucks cocky vibe he normally has.

  “Dance I’m warning you, lay off of Carrie. I know you’re fucked up, but that woman don’t deserve your wrath and she sure as fuck don’t need your insults.”

  I want to say more to him, but truth is I don’t give a fuck. The sooner I shower and talk to his ass the sooner he’ll leave and I can find a new bottle.

  “Whatever sorry I insulted your Twinkie of the month.” I grumble and slam the door on his curse.

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