Doc (Ruthless Kings MC #7) - K.L. Savage Page 0,72

place of business that he doesn’t know about? Hmm?” Reaper chuckles and drags the knife to the middle of his chest again. “I think he’ll want payment, just like we do.”

“I’m going to die,” Daniel repeats and pisses himself again.

“You might, but I’ll do my best to keep him at bay,” Reaper says, swinging his knife back and forth. “But you see, I want my revenge too, Daniel.”

Tongue claps his hands when Reaper waves me over to come closer. I take a step into the light, and Daniel jerks his head up. “Please…” His lips widen but stay tight as he sobs. A spit bubble bursts, and snot runs down his chin. He sucks his top lip into his mouth to try to clean himself off, and I curl my lip with disgust. Snot is mucus that collects dust, pollen, and bacteria.

Fucking nasty.

“You got your scalpel, Doc?”

“Always, Prez,” I say, reaching into my back pocket and pulling out the scalpel my dad used on me. I’ve carried it with me everywhere as a reminder. I use it every surgery, every moment I need to cut flesh; I do it with the weapon my dad used against me. For the longest time it was because I wanted to prove that what I do matters, that being a doctor is a good thing, that I can cut without the intentions of hurting someone.

I’ve realized now that everyone has bad intentions, and it’s time to let mine out to play.

Reaper uncurls Daniel’s index fingers to make them point straight. “I want your trigger fingers, Daniel.”

“Wha—No, please. No. No. I said I was going to take you to him. I’m going to. I swear. I’m going to. You can trust me.” The restraints creak as tries to tug himself free, but it’s no use. The restraints are metal. They wrap around his wrist, ankles, and torso. He can only wiggle. Getting free? Impossible.

“Oh, be glad the only thing I’m taking are you trigger fingers, Daniel. If I didn’t need you, you’d be leaving out of here in pieces.” Reaper uncurls Daniel’s fingers from the chair and forces his index finger to straighten. “Doc? Want to do the honors?”

“No, no!” Daniel begs, shouting at the top of his lungs when I press the scalpel against his finger and force the sharp object through the skin and bone. The finger falls and rolls to the center of the floor where the drain is. “Oh, God! Oh my God, it’s gone.” Daniel sobs, staring at the blood dripping on the floor where his finger used to be.

Reaper holds out the other finger, and Daniel gives up on fighting and accepts his fate. He hangs his head, and I press my fist against his arm to keep him still. My vision blurs but not from regret or remorse, but adrenaline.

To take a body apart instead of putting it together has me on cloud nine. It’s therapeutic. I lay the scalpel below the knuckle and cut in one long stroke.

The finger rolls to join the other, and Daniel passes out from the pain. Blood drips from the end of my scalpel, and Reaper bends over to grab the fingers from the drain. “Bang, bang, motherfucker. That’s what you get. You shoot at us, I’ll take the finger that pulled the trigger.” He throws the digits to Tongue, and Tongue jumps back from the flying fingers. They smack him in the chest and then land on the floor.

Tongue shivers, repulsed.

“You cut out tongues but you can’t touch fingers? Are you kidding me?”

“Reaper, fingers are gross. I don’t know where those fingers have been.”

“But you know where someone’s tongue has been?” Reaper picks up the fingers from the corner and stuffs them in his pocket.

“Um, a tongue hasn’t been near as many places as fingers.”

“You make zero sense, Tongue. Zero.”

“I make plenty of sense. It’s not my fault that your sense is different than mine,” Tongue huffs, crossing his arms in defense.

Reaper rolls his eyes, and Bullseye pulls his darts out of Daniel’s leg and arm, taking a chunk of flesh with them. Tool rubs his mouth with his hand. “What do we do with him?” he asks.

“Leave him until he wakes up.” Reaper turns his wrist over to check the time. “Maximo and Natalia will be here soon, and we will break the news to him.”

I wipe the scalpel on my jeans and tuck it in my pocket. If my mom ever found out I truly became like the men