Tongue (Ruthless Kings MC #8) - K.L. Savage Page 0,61
boy has popped his last collar.
Indefinitely.
“Is that right?” Tongue grips the man who spilled his beer all over us and his friend by the neck. People who are walking by us don’t even blink an eye. They are drunk and not paying any mind to what we are doing. “Let’s take a little trip, boys.” Tongue pushes them into the black alley. “You’re stupid, aren’t you?”
“We were just on our way by. We won’t bother you again,” the innocent one says, whispering something out of the side of his mouth to his friend.
I’m not sure what gets into me, but I flank Tongue’s other side, wanting to be there for him. We reek of beer.
Frat boy pushes his friend, who falls in a pile of trash that is sitting in the corner. Who knows how long it’s been there? The ground underneath the black garbage bag is wet. “Fuck that. He’s just some weirdo with a hot piece of ass. Does he share, baby? I promise, you’ve never—” his eyes go wide when Tongue shoves his knife in the middle of the guys throat.
I inch closer, gasping when I see him choke on his own blood, gasping for air.
“Holy shit,” the friend of his says, cowering in the corner. “Oh my god. Oh my god.”
“You fucked with the wrong freak,” Tongue lowers his voice and twists the knife in the frat boy’s throat, then gives it an extra shove until a slight crunch has the knife exiting out of the back of the head. “Apologize to my wife.” Tongue pulls the young guy forward and he coughs blood. It drips down his chin. “I said apologize or I’ll kill your friend here too.” Tongue licks the blood off the guys chin, and I know I should be disturbed, but I’m not.
All I want Tongue to do is kiss me now.
“You taste like fucking bitch,” Tongue says.
The smell of piss fills the air and the guy hanging on Tongue’s blade slides his vacant eyes to me. “I’m—” he wheezes, spitting out another mouthful of blood. “—Sorry.”
“Sorry won’t save you.” The words slip out of my mouth at the same time Tongue pulls the knife free of the man’s neck. He falls to his knees, and Tongue opens the man’s mouth, pulls out his tongue, digs the knife in the back of his throat, and cuts. “Now you won’t be able to disrespect women from the dead.”
My crazy man tucks the bloody tongue in his cut pocket, and I lift a brow in question. “My swamp kitties.”
“You have kittens?” I ask with excitement. “Oh, can we get one?”
“Anything my Comet wants, she gets,” Tongue says simply, then stares at the man in the corner sitting on the trashcan, crying his eyes out.
“Please,” the guy begs. His jeans are wet with garbage juice and pee. Snot is running down his lips, and his eyes are swollen from sobbing. “Please, don’t kill me. I don’t think you’re a freak. My friend was an asshole. I’m not like that.”
“I don’t believe you. Birds of a feather and such…” Tongue spins the ten-inch blade around, but it’s a different one. I haven’t seen this knife before. The blade is black, and the handle is ivory. There is something carved into the side, but I can’t tell.
“No, I swear, I swear, I don’t share the same thoughts. I won’t tell a soul what happened. I…”
“I wouldn’t care if you did,” Tongue says, taking a step closer.
I follow him, stepping in a pool of blood. An idea flashes in my mind, but it’s crazy. I can’t, but I want to ask Tongue to step in it as I kneel to suck his cock.
“Tell my wife she is beautiful,” Tongue orders, sliding the obsidian metal across the man’s cheek, cutting the flesh open. “Tell her!” he roars, and the anger in his voice has a gush of heat pooling in my panties.
“You’re very pretty,” the man trembles, licking the snot off his lips. He turns his watery gaze to Tongue and whimpers. “Please. I’ll do anything. I’m a senior in college. I have a fiancé. I’m not a bad guy. I’m not.”
Tongue drags his knife down the man’s throat. “Every guy is a bad guy.”
“I’m not. The worst thing I’ve ever done is litter. I swear, please,” he sobs, squeezing his face in agony as he begs for his life.
I can see what Tongue likes about it. There is so much adrenaline when it comes to taking a life.