Page 18 of Crusher

“Brother, you’re going to kill her,” Blaze explains calmly, but makes no move to stop me, knowing if he had the chance, he’d fucking strangle her as well.

Roxy’s eyes tear up as she tries to claw at my hand around her neck, which makes me squeeze tighter, and my anger hazes over, even as we hear, “Has anyone seen Roxy, or has she whored herself out again because Crusher doesn’t want her? She has my keys.”

She warned me I’d regret shoving her away, and now, because of her, my wife won’t answer her phone. Blaze has tried calling her several fucking times, and the last time, her voicemail was disconnected.

This bitch is going to die!

“Roxy?” I hear shouted and I flare my nostrils as I shove her hard, causing her to fall onto her already swollen ankle and she cries out as she hits the floor, her hand going to the swelling before her eyes widen when I bend down and I threaten, “Get the fuck outta town, because if I ever see you again, then I’ll slit your fucking throat,” I curl my lip at her, “Tick tock bitch, because my knife is burning for your flesh!”

Her tears fall, and she stumbles, crying out as she tries to put pressure on her right foot before she runs away.

I should have fucking killed the bitch, I really fucking should have, and instead of going after her when Trick confirmed Alexiana’s phone had been disconnected, I got stuck on this fucking run, following behind like always, hating it.

It’s always going to be a reminder that I was never good enough for my dad, and fuck, even now, after all these years, it’s a hard pill to swallow.

When the little boy who grew up trying everything to please his father gets shoved to the side, it does something to you, it fucks you up. Unfortunately for me, it fucked me up to the point I cheated on my wife.

I eye the van again to see it’s gained on us, giving me the chance to see inside the cab, and I chuckle darkly seeing two skinny fuckers with cannon tattoos on their necks.

Well, Cage did say the Chargers have been quiet lately, since they helped that fucking fed kidnap Kodi.

Sighing, knowing I’m going to have to do something stupid to keep the gear that we’re bringing back with us safe. I press number two on my bike, something I haven’t done at all throughout Blaze taking over from my father and ringing echoes in my helmet.

“It’s about time you called, you know,” Blaze answers, “I miss my friend and honestly I’m fed up with having to make mistakes just to get you to speak to me and not through one of the brothers either. I know Alex calling then hanging up, most likely taking things the wrong way with Roxy was hard, but she called brother, meaning she’s still thinking about you, even after all these years.”

I ignore his words, and not just because I refuse to talk about my wife with him, and I remind him, “Remember when Trick was shot on that ambush, and poor Clark had to operate on him despite not being a fully trained nurse yet?”

“Yeah, what about…” His words trail off, and he curses, “Fuck,” then commands, “don’t do anything fucking stupid, I’ll call for backup!”

“Didn’t you know, stupid is my middle name,” I retort, the rush of shooting these fuckers already electrifying underneath my skin, and he snaps, “No, it’s fucking Kayden. I swear to God, don’t make me tell my best friend in a voicemail that her boyfriend, her old man, got shot!”

“Her phone is disconnected, remember Blaze, and she ignored my call when I tried that new number after she called Kodi yesterday,” I remind him.

Knuckles and Kodi tied the knot in a private ceremony at the courthouse, like Alexiana and I did, and the club celebrated with a reception despite being pissed that they missed the ceremony, and my wife called her friend.

Turns out Alexiana had been listening to my voicemails because she called, just not realizing she did so during the reception.

Kodi confirmed Knuckles is staying with the club, while my wife confirmed she isn’t seeing anyone. Trick has been tracking her mom’s phone and all he’s found is sexting with her and a lot of men. No messages from her daughter meaning she bullshitted about being in contact with her. Alexiana has blocked my number on her new phone after ignoring my calls, so right now, I’m barely hanging on by a fucking thread.

I rev my bike high and say, “Get the gear away from here. I’ll try and catch up when I can,” before I hang up, then press my brakes hard as I spin around.

I hear Crash doing the same thing as me, which doesn’t surprise me, probably Deja vu for the fucker, and I grin as the van speeds up, one arm already hanging out of the window with a gun.

Bring it fuckers.

Chuckling, I rev my bike and drive towards them, causing the driver's eyes to widen as I grab my piece attached to my thigh, then hold it up, not giving a shit about the passenger holding a gun towards me.

I shoot towards the windshield just as the passenger shoots my way.

I hear Crash shout as the bullet hits my arm, and I grunt as I lose control of my bike and skid. My bike instantly goes sideways and the asphalt digs into my left side as I’m dragged down the road before I flip, landing with a thump on the floor. I relish in the pain just as my bike continues to skid past me and the van swerves and crashes into a ditch, and I chuckle.

Fuckers didn’t have a bulletproof windshield. Idiots.

“Fuck Crusher!” Crash shouts just as I hear him shoot his gun once, twice, three times, before I hear bikes revving their engines from a distance. I know Blaze has returned like a jackass instead of listening to me.

“Shit,” Crash chokes as he rolls me onto my back, and I cough with a groan at the pain down my side, my arm throbbing.

“Well, that was fun,” I choke, and Crash growls as Blaze comes into view, his hand on the back of his neck, his phone to his ear, and I slowly sit up with Crash’s help, grunting at the pain.