Doc (Ruthless Kings MC #7) - K.L. Savage Page 0,99
the compound are getting replaced. Twelve feet high and six inches thick of electrified steel with barbed wire on top. Reaper’s sealing us in. Sarah is trying to convince him of a less drastic measure, but with what happened, he isn’t taking any chances.
Making a right, I travel down Loneliest Road for a ways, passing a few tumbleweeds. It isn’t long before I’m heading over the hill ten minutes later and parking in a spot in town. I unlatch my helmet and lay it on my bike seat and grab my box.
Oh, I’m so excited. I hope my swamp kitties know where their treats come from. There are twenty in here, I think. No, twenty-one. I cut out Brody’s tongue after Doc snapped his neck. Good fucking riddance to that asshole.
I walk down the street and a few people curl their lips as they pass me. I get that a lot.
People.
I fucking hate them. Unless they are my people, but my people get on my nerves sometimes too.
Shadows. Corners. Silence. Those are my friends.
And Sarah.
I’m in the more artsy side of town to go to the post office to see my favorite guy. He doesn’t ask questions, and he gives me a discount on shipping. He always stamps fragile on the box when I don’t even tell him he has to. Plus, he knows the address I send it to by heart, and I no longer have to tell him.
My boot hits the corner of a chalkboard sign standing up, but I can’t read what it says. The letters are in pink and blue, and the chalk gets all over my hands and black jeans.
“Damn it,” I grumble in annoyance.
I hate public places.
I bend down and pick up the sign and stand it up, then look to the right to see whose business this belongs to. People shouldn’t be putting signs in the middle of the damn sidewalk. I cup my palm over my eyes and peer in the window, seeing rows of books and a few tables.
Taking a few steps away, I glance up to read what the sign says, but I can’t. I stand in front of the glass again and press my nose against it. It’s cold, and my breath fogs it up.
Books.
Must be a bookstore.
Fucking hate books too.
I go to leave when something out of the corner of my eye catches my attention, and something in my brain tells me to wait. To stop. To slow down.
Peering in the window again, my eyes find what my mind so quickly desired.
And I don’t desire.
I’ve never felt it.
But I’ve never seen anyone like her.
She’s wearing a big, oversized sweater and leggings. That’s what Sarah calls them. So that’s what they have to be. This woman has big black-framed glasses, and her tongue is sticking out between her lips as she slides a book on the shelf.
“Pretty,” I mumble under my breath.
I heft my box under my arm and slink inside. The doorbell chimes when I step inside the store, and it’s like I’m taken to another world. It smells old in here, musty, but a hint of coffee lingers in the air.
She turns the cart to go down another aisle, and I hide behind the shelf she just exited from. My hands reach for the book she placed there, and I turn it over, flip it around, and ruffle the pages. What’s so special about these damn things?
“Can I help you?” a soft, whisper of a voice travels over my skin, and I nearly shiver.
I swallow and turn around, finding myself face-to-face with the object I’m now obsessed with. I shake my head, not wanting to speak. I don’t want her to hear how stupid I sound.
“Oh, that’s a great book. The Great Gatsby; you’re going to love it.” Her cheeks are red, and her giant blue eyes that nearly look too big for her face flicker away from me. Does she feel okay? Maybe she has a fever.
Her eyes widen at my box. “You’re package is leaking.”
For second I thought she was talking about my cock because I could fuck my fist right now, easily with how much pre-cum is dripping from the slit. She’s fucking beautiful. Never in my life has someone stolen my attention so quickly. I’m fascinated.
“What is it?” she asks.
“Blood,” I say, obviously, keeping my sentences short and sweet.
She throws her head back and laughs, giggling.
I don’t know what I said that was so funny because I’m not laughing, but I could listen to her all day. I want to make that sound happen again. How do I do it?
“Well…” she whispers. “I hope you have a good day.” She twists her hands together, and the move has her oversized sweater falling off her shoulder. Her tongue pokes out again, and for the first time in my life, I’m not thinking about cutting it out.
I want to lick it.
“Daphne! I need help at the register,” some guy says from behind her.
My fingers dig into the box from the tone of his voice. I don’t like how he speaks to her.
“I need to go. That’s my boss. Do you need help with anything, sir?” She tries to speak to me again. Why is she trying to talk to me?
Feeling panicked, feeling closed in, I dig into my pockets and throw forty bucks at her. Is that enough for a book? I turn around and fucking hightail it out of there. The doorbell chimes again, and I suck in a much needed breath as the cool air hits my face.
I sag against the wall, the brick scratching my arms. After a few minutes, I risk peeking around the corner to see if she’s still there.
Daphne.
I won’t talk to her again for reasons that are obvious, but wow, she’s pretty. I love her name too. I’ll keep an eye on her, make sure she’s safe, make sure no harm comes to that pretty little tongue of hers.
In the shadows, in the dark corners, I’ll be watching her.
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PREQUEL - REAPER’S RISE
BOOK ONE - REAPER
BOOK TWO - BOOMER
BOOK THREE - TOOL
BOOK FOUR - POODLE
BOOK FIVE - SKIRT
BOOK SIX - PIRATE
BOOK SEVEN - DOC
BOOK EIGHT - TONGUE
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