Kansas (Ruthless Kings MC Atlantic City #2) - K.L. Savage Page 0,19

forms in the middle. Her eyebrows are full, shapely, and thick, yet perfectly groomed. “What do you mean?”

“I carried you from the boat while Arrow and Teeth carried your sisters in. All of you were unconscious, dehydrated, malnourished, and hypothermic. You still aren’t in the best condition. Pulse wants to see more kidney output from you.”

“Kidney…” her cheeks turn a bright shade. “He wants more pee?”

“Yeah, you’re still dehydrated so he’s pushing fluids in you like crazy.”

The door opens, and Springs lets out a relieved breath. I don’t see why she’s embarrassed. Kidney function is important.

“Your sisters are doing well. They are sleeping, so I didn’t wake them,” Satyr informs. “I’m going to head off to bed too. I’m glad you’re feeling better, uh…”

“Violet,” she says.

“Violet,” Satyr finishes his sentence. “Have a goodnight.” He shuts the door behind him, leaving me alone with Springs.

Or should I say, Violet? A beautiful name for a stunning woman.

“I’m glad they are doing okay. I’d like to see them tomorrow if I could.”

“Anything you want. Prez will want to talk with you though.”

“Prez…” she sounds confused. “I don’t know what that means.”

“Prez is the man in charge of the club, the President. There are a few things he wants to ask you, but until then just rest.”

“So this is a biker club?” she asks, suddenly scared.

I twirl a finger around one of her curls, tug it down, and watch it bounce in place. “Yeah, Springs. It is, but you’re safe here. It’s the safest place you can be. I promise.” I don’t want her to think she and her sisters are in danger. “We’re the good guys.”

“I believe you. I don’t know you, but something tells me to trust you.”

There’s that word again. Trust.

I’ve done nothing to earn it, and she’s giving it to me freely.

“I’ll do everything I can to make sure you can trust me.”

“You’ve been kind. You saved me. You’ve stayed with me when you didn’t have to. If that isn’t reason, then I don’t know what is.”

I scratch the back of my head and give a crooked smile. “You got me there.”

She sniffles and wipes her cheeks with the blankets, then gives a genuine smile. “Jeez, look at me. I’m a mess.” More tears escape from the corners of her eyes. She lifts her lashes toward the ceiling. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. You’ve been through a lot.”

“I’m… uh…” The tip of her nose is red, and her lashes are wet. I want nothing more than to reach out and touch her skin, make her feel better, but again, I have no right. “I’m Violet.” She sticks out her hand, giving me a watery grin. “We haven’t been properly introduced.”

“I suppose we haven’t. I’m Kansas.” I slip my hand in hers and we stare at each other longer than what’s deemed normal. I don’t want to look away.

“Kansas.”

I like how she says it. I’ve never liked it before, but the way she says my name brings hope to it.

“Yeah, you know, the state man. You think I need to be called Texas cause I’m—” I spread my arms out as far as I can, “—this big.”

She buries her face in her hands and shakes her head. “Oh, no. Oh, god. I remember bits and pieces of that conversation. I’m so sorry.”

I laugh, leaning back on my hands. “Ah, it’s alright. You were all doped up on whatever Pulse gives you.” I snap my fingers when I remember an important detail. “You know him as Fabio.”

“Stop,” she groans, flopping back onto the bed. She hisses in pain and the playful moment is over.

“What is it? What’s wrong, Violet?”

“My head. It’s killing me.” Her eyes are pinched shut, and she rolls to her side.

“Let me see.”

She jerks away from me when my hands touch her head.

“I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

I wait for her to give the go-ahead and finally she nods. She reaches across the bed and holds the edge of it while I dig through the jungle of her hair. Holy hell, this woman has the thickest, curliest hair I’ve ever seen.

A dirty thought pops into my head, and I imagine gripping onto the curls while she’s on her knees and taking me down her throat.

She groans when I touch the part of her head that’s bothering her, and my cock stops perking up when I hear her pain.

I’m a bastard.

“I see what the problem is.” She has a few stitches in her head. She must have taken a tumble on the boat