Van Helsing Rising - Helen Scott Page 0,31

a cloud server, but at least we know a lot of what they know now.

I still want to go over it all with a fine-toothed comb once the Prez gives me the go ahead, but that’s getting ahead of myself.

Sherry appears a moment later, carrying a tray of food. We are all on our second beer at least. At first I think it’s for us, but then, seeing the tiny amount on the tray, I know it has to be for Dani. No way would she be sent up here with that much food for me. It would only take me two bites to eat it all.

The sweet butt has long bright red hair that could only come from a bottle, a pouty mouth that is always painted with bright red lipstick to match her hair, and a rack that most women would kill for. Her ripped denim shorts are more like panties than anything else with how much of her pussy and ass is on display. The tank top she wears is white and threadbare, so it hides nothing.

When she spots us at the end of the hall, she puts some extra sway in her hips while she approaches. "I have a food delivery for the bitch inside," she says sweetly, which is akin to spitting venom in Sherry's book.

The woman’s a viper and will stop at nothing to take another woman down if she gets in her way of becoming someone's old lady. She is a woman obsessed. Most of the brothers have fucked her at one point or another, such is the life of a sweet butt, except me. She holds no interest for me. Her body is made up of too much plastic and silicone for my tastes.

I push away from the wall and knock on the door. When there’s no response, I set my beer down by the door and tell Sherry, "Wait there." The handle twists silently and I ease the door open. My eyes find Dani's shape on the bed almost instantly and I move over to her.

"Dani," I whisper so I don't startle her. When there’s no response I start to get worried and shake her shoulder. Still no response. So I feel for the pulse on her neck. It thrums against my fingertips for just a second before she flings herself at me in full-on attack mode. The force of it pushes me off the edge of the bed where I’m perched and onto the floor. She’s on me immediately, straddling me as her fists rain down on me. "Dani, it's Crash. We're friends," I say as I grip her wrists while she continues to thrash about and try to attack me.

"It's Crash," I repeat over and over again, not raising my voice or yelling at her. I pin her hands together in one of my own and cup her face with my other hand. "Wake up, darlin'."

When she still doesn't stir, I gently tap my hand against the side of her face. It isn't a slap, but it’s building up to that if that’s what it takes to wake her. I slowly increase the force behind the taps and as I call her name again, she finally wakes from whatever nightmare she'd been having.

"Hey there," I say gently as I release my grip on her wrists.

"Crash?" she mumbles, confusion clouding her eyes.

"Yep, it's me. We've got some food here for you, if you're up for eating."

She nods mutely as she climbs off me and goes back to sit on the bed, scrubbing her face with her hands. When I turn around, Sherry is standing in the doorway, a scowl turning her bright red lips downward as she goes to take a step into the room. That doesn't feel right, though, so I step forward and go to take the tray from her. "Thanks, Sherry. I've got it."

"Prez said to make sure she eats every bite," Sherry says as she stubbornly holds on to the tray.

"We'll make sure she eats, won't we?" I ask, looking past Sherry to my brothers.

Murmurs of agreement come from behind the sweet butt and after another moment of silent tug-of-war she releases the tray. "I'm not getting the blame for her not eating," she says with a huff before storming away on heels so high that she looks like she'll topple over any moment.

The fact that the Prez had been the one to send food up is unusual, but since the four of us are already