Skirt (Ruthless Kings MC #5) - K.L. Savage Page 0,20
that ticks by.
Even Pirate looks like that sobered him up a bit. He stares at Dawn like a dog eyeing a piece of beef. I give Pirate a sneer and hold Dawn closer to my chest, tighter, like I’m afraid some other man is going to come and take her away from me, from my arms. I’ll fight to prove I’m worthy.
I might not have the experience a lot of guys have here in the club, but I can be what she needs. Shucks, thinking about us having sex makes me nervous. Maybe I should fuck a cut-slut or two to make sure I know what I’m doing. The thought of getting with Candy doesn’t sit right with me, though.
I’m not waiting for marriage or anything. I’m not religious. It’s nothing like that. I’ve had the opportunity to fuck plenty of times, but something told me to wait for someone better. Well, I see why it’s so important to listen to your gut now.
I found the someone better.
Now, I just got to make her see I’m better than what she’s used to, what’s she settled for, because I know the love I can give isn’t a settlement.
It’s an aspiration.
She wants castles in Spain?
I’ll build her towers until they reach the goddamn sky. The heaven she will come to love will be the one I create.
“That’s what you get for thinking you can come at me without consequence,” Dawn says to Candy. The fake blonde with big tits is still choking, eyes watering, but she still allows Pirate to feel her up, so she is obviously fine.
“Bitch,” Candy gasps.
Shucks, the heaven I want to create for her she has already created for me. I’ve never really seen any of the women here put the cut-sluts in place. I’m not sure if Dawn is feeling defensive because she doesn’t know anyone here or she frowns upon the club whores; I don’t really know. Her hackles are high being in a strange place. She’s worried about her son and whoever did this to her.
And all I want to do is take her to our heaven, the place I’ve created and imagined in my mind since the moment I laid eyes on her.
Fuck, I’m such a damn sap.
Whatever. I don’t give a fuck. Tool and Reaper are pussy whipped too. I dare them to give me shit.
“Nice kitchen,” she says, looking around the industrial-size room. “And basement. If you’re a serial killer,” she mumbles.
“Don’t say serial killer too loud.” I glance over my shoulder to make sure Poodle isn’t around. “We have one in SKA.”
“SKA?”
“Serial Killer Anonymous. He’s in rehab with our leader.” I can’t hold back the snicker again. Leader. I snort.
“To stop killing!” she squeaks and tries to roll out of my hold, but I grip her tight. “What the hell kind of place is this?” She kicks and wiggles, doing her best to get away from me, but it’s just turning me on.
“He killed really bad people if that makes any difference.”
She purses her lips and stops wiggling as she thinks about if what I said is right or wrong. I want to steal those lips in a fiery kiss to see if her passion runs as hot as her anger.
“How bad?”
“The worst of the worst. The world won’t miss them.”
“Why is he in … SKA?” Her voice gets higher with every letter from the uncertainty of if she said the acronym right.
“To stop killing.” My shoulder hits the wall as I take another left down the hall, and I grunt from the damn thing being in the way. Stupid wall.
“But if he is killing really bad people, why stop?”
The question has my steps faltering, and I nearly drop her on the ground, but I lean right to catch myself along the line of pictures hanging there. My shoulder hits the glass and one breaks, and a web of cracks show along the surface.
“Ye don’t care?”
“Horrible people should have a horrible death. That’s my opinion,” she says in a cold, distant voice as she stares at the stained glass in the middle of the door at the end of the hall. It’s storming outside now, and the rain gathers along the skull on the different colored glass and drips down the eye sockets, giving the mirage of tears.
Everyone knows skulls don’t fucking cry.
I get moving again, staring at the side of her face with so many questions that I know she won’t answer right now. What the hell has this woman