Doc (Ruthless Kings MC #7) - K.L. Savage Page 0,38
the dirty bandages on her arms. They are stained with black soot and blood from her stitches popping. When her arms are bare, Tool and Bullseye curse when they see the extent of what she did to herself.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath. I clean out Jo’s cuts and redress them for the time being before I make my way to Mary.
“How are you doing, Mary?” I ask, knowing she’s had better days.
“Oh, you know, another day in paradise,” she says as she blinks toward the ceiling.
“I know what you mean.” I chuckle, but there isn’t any humor behind it. I inspect her leg and realize it isn’t as simple as yanking it out. It’s too close to her artery. “I’m going to have to take you in the surgical room, Mary.”
“Good. Knock me the fuck out. I’ve been dealing with this for too long.” The way she says it makes me wonder what else she means, but I’m not her therapist. I pull the lever that unlocks the brakes to the bed and roll her to the surgical room.
“Tool, you’re coming with me. I’m going to need help.”
“You got it, Doc.”
“Has anyone seen Tongue?” I ask. He’s the only one I can think of who’s unaccounted for.
“No.” Bullseye kicks an empty garbage can that’s next to Sunnie and roars, letting everything that’s happened today out before it makes him explode. “No, I have no idea where he is, but I saw him before everything went down. I lost him after that.”
“When I’m done, I want the full story on what happened here.”
“You know as much as we do, Doc. That much I can tell you,” Bullseye growls and slams his fist into the wall, denting it. I catch a glimpse of a patch of hair missing on his skull and remind myself to check for an update on his bloodwork. Damn it, I can’t forget that. It’s just as important as everything else going on right now.
Someone has to know something. Someone had to see something. I know whenever we find out who did this, they’re as good as dead. Nobody fucks with the Ruthless Kings and what’s ours without punishment.
When I find them, when they are here under our roof and in our playroom, I’m going to ask Reaper to let me have swing. It’s been far too long since my scalpel has cut flesh for punishment.
I grew up to have a taste for punishment just like my father, and it’s time I give in to it. There is a tiny problem.
I swore I’d save lives, not take them. Fuck it. I’ll make my own oath. The next cut I make, I’ll make sure my hand is laying over someone’s dead body, preventing them from hurting anyone else.
An oath needs to change along with the doctor because some lives aren’t worth saving.
I wake up surrounded by a flurry of voices. My head is groggy, and my arms are sore, but I don’t try to push myself to sit up. Frankly, I don’t have the energy. I open my eyes and remove the oxygen mask from my face. Everyone is arguing with one another. Eric is in the far corner, ankles crossed, eyes closed, and arms folded over his chest. He has purplish circles under his eyes from lack of sleep, and his hair is a wreck from stressfully running his fingers through it like he does when he tries to think clearly.
“You were supposed to be on guard duty.” Bullseye points an accusing finger at Braveheart. “Why didn’t you warn us? You a traitor? Boy, you know what we do to traitors!” Bullseye plucks a dart from his pocket, emotions high, and Braveheart stumbles back.
“Stop, you know he isn’t a traitor.” Tool lays his hand on Bullseye’s chest to stop him from making a big mistake.
My eyes fall shut from exhaustion, but I make myself stay awake to hear what happened and to make sure no one else is hurt.
“Fuck you, you don’t know that. He was at the gate—” Bullseye points his dart at Braveheart and sneers. “And it’s his job is to—”
“To what, Bullseye? Fucking be everywhere at once? Did you fail to notice bullets came from every direction? Skirt’s house blew up! Someone threw a goddamn grenade. You’re looking to point fingers for your easy piece of ass that got killed,” Braveheart musters up the courage to defend himself.
“What did you just say?”
My spine tingles as dark tones of his voice surround me with bad