Skirt (Ruthless Kings MC #5) - K.L. Savage Page 0,10

I’ll fight for her. She’ll be the most important thing I’ll bring my fists up for. I bet she’s more woman than any other woman I’ve ever met. I bet she’s a fighter; her bruises speak for themselves.

“Alright, you’re all done. I’m going to prescribe you some antibiotic cream. You’ll need to rub it on your ass twice a day—on clean skin. Don’t go rubbing it in after sweating your ass off on your bike.”

“I won’t be sitting on my bike for a while. Front end is completely smashed.”

“That sucks. Good thing you missed her, though. If you would have hit her with your bike, I don’t know if she would have survived it.”

“Yeah, good thing I took that cactus up the arse, right?” I snort, trying to ease the heaviness in the room. Death is never easy to talk about, even when you’re so used to seeing it.

“You took it like a man too,” Doc says, spreading cream over my sore cheeks.

Emasculating, I tell ya. Emasculating.

Then to make it worse, he puts bandages over each cheek. I thud my head against the exam table. This. Can. Not. Be. Happening.

“Alright, you’re all set, Skirt. You can go on about your day now.” Doc snaps off his gloves and tosses them in the trash next to the bed.

I gather the small pillow underneath me shove it under my chin and stare at the nameless woman beside me. “I think I’ll stay here, Doc. If she wakes up soon, I don’t want her to be alone.”

“I think that’s a great idea. She’ll be scared when she wakes up. It’s new place, somewhere she hasn’t been. She’ll need a kind face.”

“I’m a kind face?” I ask him in surprise. My knuckles are scarred, my nose is a bit crooked from being hit too many times. I’ve got tattoos all over my body. If anything, I don’t look as kind as Doc does. It would be best if he stood at the foot of her bed when she wakes up. Polo shirt, blue eyes, and messy light brown hair, she’ll feel like she’s in heaven. If she sees me looking at her, she’ll see a man with red hair and a kilt and probably run screaming. “You know, it’s better if you stay, Doc.”

“Nah, don’t be ridiculous. You’re a nice guy, Skirt. You’re nicer than half the men upstairs. What if Tongue was down here? Knives? Even Bullseye, they are scary motherfuckers. You’re scary, but you aren’t as scary. You’re her best bet. Plus, she’ll see you in bed, nursing your butt wounds, and she’ll need a good laugh.”

“Great. I love being the butt of someone’s joke.” I can’t help it. I snicker from my own joke. I’m such a funny bastard.

Doc chuckles and flips down my kilt. I breathe a bit easier knowing my hairy ass isn’t exposed to the world. Poor woman, if she woke up and saw that, she’d wish she was on the side of the road again. The guys aren’t wrong, my arse is white and a tad bit hairy. Last thing I want to do is scare her.

“Why don’t you get some rest? It will be a few hours before she wakes up.”

“I need to go on that run for Reaper. Fuck, we never made it to Circus, Circus.”

“Poodle and Bullseye are on their way for that. Reaper is aware. Just relax.” Doc taps my ass with his hand, and I wince, then turn my head to give him a dirty look. “I had to.”

“You’re just like them.” I squeeze the pillow tighter and mumble incoherent nothings under my breath.

Doc throws his head back in laughter as he walks away and turns the light to a low glow. He doesn’t say anything else as he climbs the steps and I get settled, trying to get comfortable on my stomach, which is impossible since I’m a back sleeper.

This fucking sucks.

Then I think about Maximo at Circus, Circus and decide that maybe a cactus up the ass wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened. I avoided having to deal with him. He’s a shady guy, and every day that passes he becomes a little more questionable. He wants me to fight in an illegal ring he started. He wasn’t involved in the ring the Ruthless Kings took down a few months back with Tool.

Maximo saw dollar signs in his eyes when he saw the news about the fighting and prostitution. He’s a shitbag, but he’d never abuse and traffic