Kansas (Ruthless Kings MC Atlantic City #2) - K.L. Savage Page 0,85

rid yourself of your sins before the sins take you, huh?” I scoff, not shocked in the least that that’s what he would do.

“No, they deserved to know about you. I couldn’t die knowing I didn’t say a word about you. You’re family.”

“Why wait so long to tell the truth? Why not tell them sooner?”

“I didn’t want to lose them too, but I figured I was losing them if I was dying anyway.”

“—It’s time for your daily medicine, Mr. Taylor. Oh! Look, you have a visitor. I’m his nurse, Ann.” She’s a plump woman, happy, and there is bright pink lipstick on her lips. She’s a ray of sunshine. A dose I most desperately needed.

“Amos,” I greet, putting our conversation on pause. It’s time to end it anyway.

“I’ll be out of your hair in a jiff.” Her round fingers grip the small container the pills are in and gives them to Pops. “Toss and swallow,” she tries to sound stern, and he follows her order. “Open.” He opens his mouth to prove himself. “Good. Okay, I’ll dash now,” she giggles. “It’s nice to meet you, Amos.”

I catch her before she pushes the silver cart out of the room. “Hey, Ann. Where do I get tested to see if I’m a bone marrow match?”

“Oh my dear. Aren’t you sweet? I’ll grab a doctor, and he can send you to the right place.” She closes the door, leaving me in a silent, awkward room with my Pops.

“You’re really going to see if you’re a match?”

“I’m not doing it for you,” I say.

That’s the bitch of it though.

I am doing it for him, and I hate myself a little for it.

“I’m fine!” I slap Amos’s hand away when he tries to help me to the bathroom. “You are not going to keep helping me pee. I’m not helpless, damn it.”

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself, Springs. What if you fall or slip off the toilet and hit your head? Or your stitches in your leg—”

“My stitches dissolve. They are already dissolving. The glass stabbed me more than it slashed me, remember?” I hobble to the restroom, and he is right behind me. “Kansas!”

He inhales a sharp breath and stands in front of me, blocking my way to the toilet. “What did you just call me?”

I roll my eyes and fold my arms over my chest. “I called you Kansas. Everyone does.”

“You aren’t everyone. You call me Amos. I like it when you call me Amos. It’s like a pet name that’s mine and mine alone.”

“It’s your name,” I deadpan.

“A name that never gets used. The audacity,” he scoffs, then twists the knob to open the door and bows, spreading his arm out. “Your toilet, my queen.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “You are driving me nuts!” I limp into the bathroom and slam the door, locking it for good measure.

“Yeah? Well, when you slip off the toilet and piss yourself everywhere, don’t come crying to me for help because I’m just going to say ‘I told you so’!” he shouts from beyond the door.

I’m way too damn stubborn to say that. He should know better.

I love Amos.

So much.

So freaking much it hurts, but I’ve been home three weeks, and if it isn’t him looking after me every second of every day, it’s someone else. I need my space. I need to feel independent.

But this is the worst we have ever fought.

And it’s hilarious.

I press my forehead against the door and laugh, and his deep chuckle from the other side has me unlocking and swinging the door open. He’s standing there, shoulder against the frame, lifting those beautiful hazels at me through thick brown lashes. He has a crooked, mischievous smirk. He looks so sexy leaning like that.

Damn.

“I’m sorry I’m so grouchy.”

He pulls the strings to my sweatpants and tugs me closer to him. My hands land on his chest and my eyes immediately fall to the sculpted lines I can see against the shirt.

“I’d be grouchy too if I were you. I bet you’re all cramped up in here.”

“I am. I’m going insane.” I wrap my arms around his neck and stand on my good leg as I tilt to my tiptoe. “Can we get some fresh air and sit on the beach?” I rub my hands down his chest, and he grumbles, snatching my wrist between his index finger and thumb. I whimper, not from bruises or pain, but lust.

I’ve been wanting him for weeks, but he won’t have sex with