Doc (Ruthless Kings MC #7) - K.L. Savage Page 0,59
growls and plucks the star from his prize and throws it back at Knives. He catches the blade with two fingers. The man has scars all over his hands from his ninja stars, throwing them around and catching them like that.
“Okay, stop. We’ve had a long fucking week, and I’m not in the mood for games. Bullseye, after this meeting, you’re staying behind. Tongue, get going. I don’t have all night.”
“We got ambushed. Gunshots rang. I climbed over the fence to see who it was, but I didn’t recognize them. I followed them. We pulled into the casino, and I wondered if Maximo was behind it. I stayed in my shadows outside and waited. It’s why I wasn’t back for a while. Each guy who came out of the casino that was one of Maximo’s men, I’d ask them a question about the attack. If they lied, I cut their tongues out. Only one didn’t lie. So I brought him here. Whoever is behind it, is at that casino.”
“It isn’t Moretti.”
“Reaper, maybe—” Tool begins to say, but Reaper cuts him off.
“Maximo is coming tomorrow to see his brother. Also, he’s bringing Natalia, Moretti’s daughter. We’re not to accuse him of shit. Not when he’s here. I don’t believe he’d do that to us, not while we care for his brother. We do business together. Skirt’s fighting makes us a ton of money. Maximo doesn’t want to lose that.”
“Someone does,” Tank mutters. “Maybe another fighter or casino owner? And maybe Maximo’s men aren’t as loyal as he thinks.”
The table is quiet as Tank, the quiet one, brings up a valid point.
Reaper leans forward and places his arms on the table, nodding in agreement. He slaps the table. “That’s good shit, Tank. Real fucking good. Keep an ear down, all of you. Tomorrow, playroom, bright and early. Doc, four days off. Don’t want to see your face until then.”
“No argument from me,” I mutter and stand, then drag my ass out of the room, but then I remember Tongue and all the blood. “Tongue, get tested. All that blood on you can’t be good. See me in four days. Don’t have sex with anyone.”
“I don’t have sex,” he says so serious and in such a typical Tongue way, that I know he’s telling the truth. “No worries. I’ll see you, Doc.”
“No wonder you’re fucking crazy. You need to get laid.”
“Fuck you, Tool,” Tongue grumbles, but something flashes across his face. Not embarrassment. Tongue doesn’t get embarrassed. Tongue knows violence. But where was the violence born? None of us know.
Without giving any of the men one last look, I head out toward the main room and pause, remembering the vacant looks on Candy and Jasmine’s faces in their deaths. Their funerals are in two days, and if shit keeps happening how it is, we might have to reschedule.
Death doesn’t have a calendar, but sometimes, you have to find a way to work around it.
I turn to the right and head out the front door, climb down the steps, and take a fucking minute to myself. No patients, no MC brothers, nothing. It’s just me, the desert, and the fucking glistening chrome shining off the bikes from the porch light. I tilt my head back and stare up at the stars, wondering how the hell they can shine so bright after the shit storm that’s come our way.
Letting out a weighted breath, I trudge along the side of the house and still smell the burning wood from Skirt’s cabin. It’s been days, but the smell lingers, and I don’t think it’s going anywhere anytime soon. Skirt is still unconscious, but I think he will wake up in a day or so, and he will finally be able to meet his little girl, who’s still not named because Dawn is waiting for him to wake up. Mary is almost healed. Patrick we will wake up soon if he stops clotting, and Melissa… Well, I don’t know about her yet.
Everything sucks.
Well, almost everything.
I open the door to my two-bedroom, two-bath house and see Jo is on the couch, brushing her long brown hair while listening to music on surround sound speakers. She’s fresh out of the shower. I can feel the humidity in the air and smell the sandalwood of my shampoo. Her eyes are closed, and she’s swaying as she combs through the tangles in her hair. I don’t know what’s playing, but it’s slow, relaxing, and all I want to do is dance with