“Oh fuck,” I heard several brothers curse, as we all saw Darla kneeling before Savage’s spread legs. Savage himself looked asleep, barely breathing while she tried unsuccessfully to give him a blowjob.
The second I saw Darla trying to suck my man’s dick, I lost my shit. Aiming the gun in the air, I fired once.
The whole club went deathly silent.
Seconds later, women screamed as they all ran for cover. Patrons raced for the exit. I however, stood my ground and pointed the gun at Darla’s head. “Get the fuck away from my man!”
Darla slowly raised her head, turned and stood. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she smiled while she adjusted her shirt. “He’s not your man anymore, bitch. I told you I would get him back. I just gave him the best blowjob of his life.”
I smirked, “Really? That’s hard to do when his dick is limp bitch.”
“Wanna taste him on my lips. His cum was so fucking good too.” She challenged.
“Jess, this is a public place,” Reaper whispered behind me. “Let’s take this to the clubhouse.”
“This cunt isn’t going anywhere near the clubhouse again.”
“Savage chose me. He will always choose me in the end. I know what he needs and it’s not the stuck-up whore daughter of Cassandra Montclair.”
And just like that, all the brothers had their guns out and pointed at Darla.
Reaper walked around me and carefully took the gun from my hand. I gave it to him and rushed over to Savage and checked for a pulse. He was breathing labored and his heartbeat was racing. “What the fuck did you give him?” I shouted at Darla, who now only stared at Reaper’s advancing frame.
“You dare drug a brother?”
“Reaper, it’s not what you think,” she said, backing up.
“You knew who Jess’s mother really was and said nothing.”
“Her mother was a cut slut. I didn’t lie.”
“You dare put your hands on a Golden sister’s man?”
“Golden sister?” Darla gulped, looking from Reaper to me. When I smiled, her face paled.
“You knowingly put the whole club in danger.”
“I didn’t know!” Darla cried.
“Reaper, I need to get him back to the clubhouse. His heart is racing.”
“What the fuck did you give him?” Reaper said, grabbing Darla by the neck, lifting her slightly off the floor choking her.
“Ecstasy.”
“Shit,” I cursed, then shouted. “Someone help me get him up.”
Massacre and Vicious quickly ran over and picked Savage up. While he was standing, I quickly zipped up his pants and said, “Did anyone bring a cage?”
“Here Jess,” Viper said, throwing me a set of keys. “My truck is out back. I can take Savage’s bike home later. I have his keys.”
“Thanks,” I said, heading for the backdoor of the club. Holding the door open for Massacre and Vicious, I let go of the door just as I heard a gunshot. I was too worried about Savage to consider what had just happened back in the club. But if I was a guessing woman, I would say Darla got exactly what she deserved.
Healer was waiting on us when I pulled into the compound.
The next couple of hours were fucking horrible as Savage was violently sick. Ecstasy was no joke. I’d seen my fair share of methamphetamine overdoses. The human body ran through a gambit of changes. Mainly hallucinogenic, the drug gave the user feeling of pleasure, an emotional warmth that distorted sensory and time perception. In some cases, the drug increased the heart rate and blood pressure like it did with Savage, which was particularly risky since he already had issues with alcohol use. When Savage started cramping and sweating, Healer and I were left with no choice but to sedate him, while the effects wore off.
The effects of the drug only lasted three to six hours depending on the amount of consumption but with how Savage’s body was reacting to the drug, I was almost positive that Darla gave him more than she needed to.