Skirt (Ruthless Kings MC #5) - K.L. Savage Page 0,44
My woman reads me better than my brothers, and that says a lot considering she’s known me for a week.
It’s been a damn good week.
Shit. I just thought of her as my woman. I pause mid-step with the shock, and then I see Maximo waiting at the door for me. He’s dressed in a black shirt, black trouser pants, and his black hair is slicked back. I can see the resemblance between him and Moretti.
I eat up the distance with my heavy boots and hold out my hand. “Maximo,” I greet.
“Rohan, you’ve made me a very happy, very rich man.”
“Already?” I ask, wondering how the hell that’s possible.
“The brother of a famous UFC champion in my ring? Word gets around. Bets are high. Come.” He throws his arm around my shoulder and gives my neck a slight rub. “Ha! This is going to be a great friendship. I am excited! This is good. Real good.” Maximo tosses his head back and laughs, keeping his arm around me as if I’m a prize.
The casino looks completely different than it did the other day. The carpet is ripped up and has been replaced with gold tile. Maybe Reaper is right; maybe this guy is okay because apparently the hotel is being renovated.
Maximo and I get on the elevator, and he presses a button that takes us down. He slides a card in, and the yellow light on the panel turns red and then something below the B signaling the basement tells me we’re going to a place under that.
Shite. That’s not good. That’s some secret shit.
“Who am I fighting?”
“Eh, some guy from the East side. You can take him down in no time. I want a quick takedown, no questions, no fucking around. In a few weeks, I’ll set you up a big fight. The one that matters to you.”
I grip him by the shirt collar and slam him against the side of the elevator and then press the emergency stop button. “How the fuck do ye know what matters to me?”
He flashes a wolfish grin at me, not bothered that I have him pinned against the elevator. His goons behind us pull out their guns, and I feel one on either side of my temples. “Ah, ah, ah, it’s fine. Lower your weapons,” he orders, and in the next second the metal is gone. “I’ve done some research on you. Rohan Blackwood, the brother of the famous Conor Blackwood, who died fighting Cohen O’Roarke.”
“Don’t ye fucking dare act like ye know anything about that.” I shove him then let him go, and he straightens out his shirt, smoothing the wrinkles of the expensive black material.
“I can give you the chance to get the revenge you want. You know you can’t get that in the real world, Skirt. I can get that for you.”
My heart is a raging jackhammer. The urge for blood and vengeance has my ears ringing. When the elevator doors slide open, Skirt is nothing but a myth, and Rohan takes over me, ready to be a legend.
“This is your chance.” Maximo guides me forward, and the cage around the hexagon shines. “Win tonight, never lose, and you can take home a nice payment to you and your club. Maybe get your pretty lady something pretty, huh?”
How the fuck does he know about her?
He chuckles in a way that tells me he knows everything. “Win and let the Ruthless and the Moretti name be allies.”
I hold out my hand, knowing Maximo sounds too good to be true. When something sounds too good to be true, it usually is, and that’s how you know a deal with the devil has been made.
And the only way out, is death.
Chapter Eleven
DAWN
“Mommy!” Aidan cries for me in the dark, but I can’t find him.
I spin around in circles, searching the abyss of black around me, but I can’t see him. “Aidan, baby, where are you? Call out to me. I’m here!” I hold my arms out to reach for anything in my way. It’s too dark. I can’t see anything! “Aidan, please. Call out for me.”
“Mommy, I’m scared.”
I shake my head and smile, trying to be brave through the rush of tears on my face. “There’s no need to be. I’m here. I have you now. Just come out, Aidan. Come out; let’s go home.”
I trip over something on the floor, and my shoulder smacks into the ground. I groan just as a light turns on above me and shines on the prone