Tongue (Ruthless Kings MC #8) - K.L. Savage Page 0,64
way to get ahead in life is to use it for your advantage. Maximo knows this. “Oh, what did the favorite do?” Maximo tsks, his teeth glimmering white in the flashing casino lights.
I push my hands under Tongue’s shirt and rub his back when he tenses.
“Five fights and your secret is my own.” Maximo blows out stinky smoke and lays a hand on his heart. “What do you say, Tongue? Want to make a deal with the devil?”
Tongue whips out his knife and presses it against Maximo’s chest. The goons surrounding Maximo whip out their guns, and I move from behind Tongue and stand in front of him, ready to take all the bullets.
“Oh, why don’t you look at that,” Maximo pushes the knife away, more interested in me. “You found someone who is crazy enough to take a bullet for you. Isn’t that sweet. I had no idea psychos could love.”
“We love harder,” I spit at him. “And you’re nothing like the Devil I know.”
The Devil I know is the one you wish you didn’t.
I want to fuck her right here, right now.
I can’t believe she stepped in front of two men with guns to protect me.
Me.
I never knew I was worth it, but she’s shown me I’m worth it to her.
“Well, let me show you the way to hell, beautiful,” Maximo spreads out his arm to the front doors of the casino, showing us the way inside.
Please.
Slot machines and blackjack tables are a far cry from being burned alive.
“Take a left. Do not go in there looking like a serial killer. I do not need customers fleeing because they see you,” Maximo informs me, walking ahead of us.
The lights inside strobe with every pull of a handle from a slot machine. People are shouting as they win and groan as they lose. Suckers. I’d never give my money to Maximo. The chances of winning are slim to none when it comes to casinos, but when it comes to killing?
I always win.
“Here,” Maximo opens the door to a private hallway, and when Daphne is tucked safely at my side, the echoing sound of a lock sliding into place bounces off the empty hallway. The noise of the casino fades away, and the only noise is the thud of our footsteps as we follow Maximo. “I want the cut off, shirt off, and you can have your knife in the ring. Anyone who volunteers can fight you.”
“Why does his shirt need to be off?” Daphne’s jealousy has my erection pressing against my zipper. I need to have her soon.
“Because he is a big, bad biker with tattoos, beautiful. Sex sells, and I want to make money.”
Daphne’s fingers push her glasses up the bridge of her nose, narrowing her eyes at Maximo in discontent. I love this side of her.
“I don’t like you,” Daphne tells Maximo, the temporary boss of the Moretti mafia, while his brother heals.
“Such a shame because I really like you,” Maximo purrs, opening a black door with a gold handle.
“Watch it, Maximo. I just killed two men for less,” I warn him, feeling the itch to kill him. I can’t do that, or I’ll declare war and right now, I have enough to worry about right now, like if I have a home to go to. And I need to find the man threatening Daphne. If someone takes her from me, they don’t want to see what I’ll turn into.
There will be no saving me or anyone in my way. No one understands how my mind works except Daphne.
When I say she is mine, I don’t mean it in a sweet way. I mean it in the worst way possible. The kind that scares people. The kind of way her friends would be worried about her because I’m so possessive of her. I’m beyond obsessed.
“Just getting you worked up for the fight. I’ll get my stylist to fix that mess. Be ready in twenty minutes,” Maximo says.
“Don’t bother. I can fix it,” Daphne enters the room and I follow.
“A woman that takes charge—”
Daphne slams the door in Maximo’s face, silencing him from talking. “That guy gets on my nerves.”
I shrug off my cut and one of the tongues slips out and falls to the floor with a sickening slap. “You do know he is the head of the mafia here in Vegas, right?”
“So?” she scoffs. “Doesn’t mean I have to like him.” She bends down to pick up the tongue, but I stop her by placing my