Doc (Ruthless Kings MC #7) - K.L. Savage Page 0,95

worried about what I’ll think of her. I don’t think bad of her at all. It’s the piece of shit Brody I have a problem with.

I nod, turning around and putting her behind me, staring at the man who changed the course of Jo’s life.

“How’s it feel to get my sloppy seconds?” He laughs, but it’s cut short as Reaper tightens the cord around his neck. He stops laughing, but not speaking. “Told the bitch I loved her, and she believed it. She begged for my cock. Cried for it. I couldn’t fuck her fast enough.”

“I did not! I wanted nothing to do with you!” Jo cries and tries to step around me to get to him, but I hold her back.

I’m going to take care of this. I’m going to take care of what’s mine.

I take a step forward and throw my fist in the air, slamming it against the asshole’s jaw. He falls to the ground, and the crowd cheers as he spits up blood. When he tries to get up, he sways, stumbling to the right until he smashes against the cage and the microphone untangles from around his neck.

“What … wha … did you do … me,” he slurs incomplete sentences.

“We did what you did to her, Brody.” I kick him onto his back and lay my boot against his throat. “We’re going to fuck you up, and there won’t be anything you can do about it.” I pick him up by his chest and give him hope. “If you tell us who hired you, we’ll let you live,” I say. “That’s the only stipulation.”

“Just … a bunch … of college kids,” he tries to stay awake, but the drug is hitting him hard. “All… in my … phone.” He gives them up easily, and I dig into his pocket for his cell. Nothing in the right, but jackpot in the left. I toss it to Tool. “Give it to Badge.”

“Now, let’s do some reenactment.” I rip his shirt from his body. “Is this how he did it, Jo?” I turn to ask her and see that’s she’s leaning against Braveheart, anger swirling in her orbs, turning those beautiful greens into monsters.

“Yes,” she said. “Only he should have a beer first.”

“Right,” I snap my fingers, remembering he drugged her beer. “Anyone have a beer they would like to share?” I shout toward the crowd and bottles and cans are thrown at the cage. Tool picks a few cans up that didn’t bust and walks back over.

“How about a shotgun party?” Tool says, stabbing the can with his screwdriver. “Isn’t that what all the college kids do?” He places the can against Brody’s lips, and the guy is forced to drink it down. Tool throws the empty can across the ring and punctures a hole in another and forces Brody to drink that one too. Beer runs down the edges of his mouth, turning the dirt of the ring into mud.

“I think I’ll take your trigger fingers just like we did your buddy that you hired. Poor bastard, he was supposed to help us, you know—that was the plan—and then he had to go and scare himself to death. He had a heart attack, and we had to improvise. Surprise!” Reaper chuckles, slicing the first finger off Brody.

He cries out, already begging for his life. “No… more, please.”

“Aw, did you stop when Jo asked you to? Did you stop your men from firing into a home where women and children lived? No?” Reaper slices the other trigger finger off and tosses it on the ground. The crowd screams and stomps on the bleachers again. The feet pounding on the shaky metal reminds me of a rapid heartbeat.

“No one fucks with a Ruthless King, Brody,” I state, dragging my scalpel down his chest. I watch as his skin splits, and blood starts to drip. He’s screaming at the top of his lungs, and I laugh when he asks for help. I circle the scalpel around his nipple and place my lips next to his ear. “You’re in a room full of people, and no one is going to help you.” I stab him unexpectedly in the belly, then tug it out, watching the blood roll free.

I was conditioned for this. This moment. This man. This woman.

I’m my father’s son, and if there is one thing I’m good at, it’s slicing flesh.

I flip him onto his stomach like my father did to me. “You dare touch her and take