Red Dog (Evil Dead MC 6)
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Red Dog roared off the lot, heading right.
By the time Dog found the address and followed the maze of turns through the complex to building eight, the guy already had her by the throat pressed up against her car door, but turned his head when he heard the Harley roar up.
Dog skidded to a stop on the wet pavement. He dropped the kickstand and dismounted, charging the man who pulled the girl in front of him and put a knife to her throat.
“Stay the fuck away or I’ll slice her,” he threatened.
Dog pulled his gun and aimed it at the man’s head. “You do, it’ll be the last fucking thing you ever do.”
Dog watched as the man’s face paled, then he shoved the girl at him and took off running. Dog caught her to him as he watched the man disappear into the darkness. The motherfucker had left his car behind; therefore he wouldn’t be hard to hunt down. Looking at the trembling woman in his arms, he asked, “You okay, China Doll?”
She nodded, looking up at him.
“Let’s get you inside.”
Once he had her in out of the rain, he pulled out his phone and made a call to his club. That little knife-wielding fucker wouldn’t survive the night. Dog peered through the curtains to the parking lot. He’d paused long enough to slash the tires on the sedan, making sure the man didn’t return for it.
Dog let the curtain drop and turned back to see his little dancer was shaking. “You look like you could use a drink, honey. You got anything?”
She nodded towards the kitchen area where a low bar overlooked the living room and whispered, “There’s a bottle of wine in the fridge.”
The corner of his mouth pulled up. “Think we may need something a little stronger, sweetheart. Got any liquor?”
“A bottle of tequila in the cabinet over the sink.”
Dog nodded and moved off to get it. He returned to her a minute later and held out a rocks glass with a two finger shot in the bottom. “Drink up.”
She took it and downed it. “I suppose I should thank you, but I don’t even know your name.”
He took the glass from her and refilled it from the bottle he held. Handing it back to her, he replied, “My friends call me Red Dog.”
Her pretty little brow frowned. “Red Dog?”
He nodded, a grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah. And you’re welcome.”
She drank the second shot. “How did you find me?”
He took the glass from her, sat on one of the barstools, and poured himself a shot. Then he told her what had happened after she’d pulled out of the club.
“Oh, my God. Are you hurt?” She took a step toward him.
“I’ll be limping for a couple days, but I’ll survive.”
“I’m so sorry.” Her eyes fell to his cut, and she nodded toward it. “You’re not the guy that usually comes around for Sonny.”
“Nope. Just my lucky night.” He tried to joke with her.
She frowned. “Where’s the other guy? Wolf.”
“He had business to take care of tonight.” Dog’s eyes narrowed. “How well do you know him?”
She shook her head. “I don’t. Not like that.”
Dog nodded. “You want me to call anyone for you? Tony?”
She shook her head again. “No, I’ll be fine.”
“Bullshit.”