Tongue (Ruthless Kings MC #8) - K.L. Savage Page 0,62
in the shadows. Night has fallen. The only lights that shine are the ones of the Vegas strip. I can hear low hums of conversation at the start of the alley, but I can no longer see the crowd of people walking.
We can do whatever we want, and no one will know.
“I don’t know if I believe you,” Tongue taps the tip of the knife against his tooth. “I think you’re just saying that, so you don’t end up like your buddy.”
The guy widens his eyes and shakes his head. “No, no, no, I’m not. She’s very beautiful. If I weren’t engaged and she was single, I’d ask her out.”
“You’d ask out the woman meant for me? No one else is allowed to have her.”
“Of course not,” the man nods in agreement. “If you didn’t exist, that’s all I’m saying, and if my fiancé didn’t exist. Different worlds.”
“What do you think, Comet? Let him go?” Tongue onyx orbs land on me waiting to see if I can make the decision. I feel like I have to do this.
“Yeah, let him go, my Comet,” I say sweetly, swaying the hem of my dress. “We can have fun with this one,” I point to the frat boy who is still bleeding out fresh rivers of blood.
I can’t tell if Tongue is disappointed in me or not. His facial expressions give nothing away. He blows me a kiss and stares at the guy again. “You heard her. She’s in charge. You’re free to go.”
“Really?” the guy’s wet cheeks shine in the light of the moon.
“Really,” I say with reassurance, sliding my hand over Tongue’s shoulder.
The man doesn’t say anything else. He pushes to his feet and leans against the brick wall, then inches his way around us. I can hear the material of his shirt being pricked by the stone as he drags himself across it. “Thank you,” he says. “Thank you so much.” He gives his friend a sorrowful stare and then throws up when he sees all the blood.
He stumbles in a zig-zag pattern, slamming against the right side of the wall. “Ouch, you okay?” I ask him and he doesn’t give me an answer. His eyes are on the exit.
“Hey, kid,” Tongue flips the knife in the air and catches it. “You know what I hate?” And with a flick of his wrist, the blade slices through the air and lands with a sickening thud in the middle of the guys forehead.
My hand grips the swell of Tongue’s ass, more turned on than ever because Tongue knew I didn’t want the guy to escape.
The guy lifts his hands and touches the ivory handle, then yanks it out. He tries to come at us, but he is only a second away from death. He trips, slamming into Tongue. Tongue croons gently at the dying college student and rips the knife out of his hand.
“I hate liars,” Tongue whispers in the victim’s ear, then with the gentlest push, the sharp tool effortlessly pierces the throat. “You’re in Vegas without your fiancé with frat boy over here. That tells me you’re up to no good. No good man travels without the love of his life. I’d never go anywhere without my Comet,” Tongue explains to him and eases the shiv out of his throat. He gags like his friend, spews blood into Tongue’s face. “Mmm,” Tongue licks his lips and chuckles, dipping his hand into the man’s mouth.
There’s no fight in the stranger. He doesn’t make a sound.
Even if he wanted to, he can’t now, not with his Tongue in my Comet’s hands. He opens up his cut pocket to tuck it alongside the other one, but I stop him. “Can I?” I hold out my hands, wondering what it’s like to hold one.
“You sure? These go to the swamp kitties, Comet. I’m not going to be mad if you don’t want to. It’s an acquired taste.”
“Please.”
“Another time, Daphne. I don’t want you to ruin your dress. It’s pretty on you.” He tucks my hair behind my ear. “I like that color on you, it brings out the creamy tone of your skin, Comet.”
I glance down and blush, swaying my dress from side to side.
“Come on, let’s go get married.” Blood drips from his cut pocket, dripping down his jeans. It reminds me of the box he held when I first saw him. He wasn’t lying when he said it was dripping blood.