Doc (Ruthless Kings MC #7) - K.L. Savage Page 0,93
know it’s him?” she asks him.
“Well, when we surveyed, there was a guy buying pills from another manager. Badge approached him, met him, and got his name. We did some research, and he’s a senior at the college you attended, living in the building above yours. He’s been managing these fights for a while now. It’s an easy gig. Pays for school and whatever else he wants. Skirt noticed him, and apparently Brody has made a big name for himself. He only has his fighter lose against the best fighters; big money to throw a fight. He’s a dirty guy,” Reaper mumbles around the end of a cigarette. He blows out the smoke between his lips. “You don’t have to do this,” he says. “We can go in there and not take him by surprise, but surprise is what is so great about torture.”
She chews on her bottom lip and looks away, staring at the small puddle formed in a pothole.
“What about Maximo? Does he know? Did he ever show?”
“We told him about what’s been going down at his casino, and he didn’t like it. He says he didn’t know, but when it comes to fights, he doesn’t do background checks. It’s all about the grit of the fight and cash. He’s already here.”
“He isn’t with his brother?” I question, a bit surprised.
Reaper scoffs, “No. Maximo says, and I quote, “That asshole doesn’t remember who I am anyway. He can wait a for more hours. Natalia is with him as well.”
The sun has set, and a few rag-tag people pass us that are for sure going to the fight. We need to hurry if this is going to happen. I walk forward and grab Jo’s shoulders. She looks so scared, so petrified. Her face is pale, and she’s shivering. Her green eyes are drowning in tears, lagoons as Skirt would say, and when she lifts her head, she thrust her shoulders back. “I want to do it,” she says with determination. “I want to give him what he deserves.”
Reaper seems proud as he tosses his half-smoked cigarette on the ground. “Good girl. Alright—” Reaper turns around, and Badge hands her a ticket and some cash. “I want you to find a manager who isn’t Brody. Maximo is going to work on making the ring empty. The only fight that’s going to be there tonight is going to be between us and him. No one fucks with my family, and no man rapes a woman. Everyone ready? Doc?” Reaper pins me with his dark eyes, and I nod, double checking to make sure I have my scalpel in my back pocket.
Check.
“Braveheart, walk with her. Everyone else, we’re going in the back way. And, Braveheart, take off your cut. He doesn’t need to know she’s there with a Ruthless King.”
Braveheart shucks off his cut and tosses it at Tank, who catches it with ease.
“Alright, men, lady—” Reaper tilts his fake hat “—let’s gut this son-of-a-bitch.”
Her eyes meet mine as we walk away from each other. She’s heading toward the main entrance, and I’m going toward the back. I don’t understand why I can’t be the one at her side. Reaper probably knows something I don’t, but it isn’t safe for her to be in this situation. She’s pregnant, for fuck’s sake.
“Reaper, I want to go with her, please,” I ask him, borderline begging.
“No, we don’t know if he knows about you or not. I’m not risking you.”
“Why? Afraid you won’t be able to find another doctor?” I spit angrily like a child, not wanting to get into why I said that, and wanting to put myself in harm’s way for Jo.
“Doc—” Reaper tries to stop me from walking, but I’m already heading down the alley in front of everyone. I come to a half-open garage door and bend down to duck my head underneath, then jump down to the fight floor. My boots kick up dust. The crowd is being corralled into the bleachers. Maximo is straight ahead, a dark brunette woman on his side, and he looks fucking pissed.
I glance around the dark basement that smells of sweat and blood, iron and anger. My eyes lock on Jo, and Braveheart has his arm wrapped around her. Like an innocent doe-eyed sweet thing, she looks as lost as ever, and the managers take notice.
They always know when fresh blood comes into the ring to place a bet.
Her face falls, and Braveheart must feel her tense because he looks left and immediately pushes