Skirt (Ruthless Kings MC #5) - K.L. Savage Page 0,49

don’t think I’ll ever be able to go a day without being inside Dawn. No fucking way. I can’t even remember how many times we fucked last night. I was raw, and she was sore, but not even that stopped us.

We can’t get enough of each other.

Only one thing can bring me down today.

I’m giving Reaper the cut I made from the fight. He isn’t going to be happy with me, but I’m willing to take the punishment because I have lead on Cohen since Badge can’t seem to find one.

My phone buzzes in my hand, and I look down to see it’s a text from Maximo.

Be here at seven tonight. Sharp.

Fuck.

I stare at the duffle bag in my hand, the one stuffed to the brim with cash, and I debate if I want to give it to him now.

“I know what you’re up to,” Tongue chuckles darkly in a creepy corner.

Always in a damn corner.

“I don’t know what yer talking about.”

“I followed you last night. Didn’t like the vibes you were giving off. I don’t like a liar.” Tongue steps forward from the shadow, and the blade he has in his hand shines. “Saw you fight.”

“Tongue, what yer talking about. Ye have no idea what’s going on.”

“I suggest you inform me,” Tongue sneers.

It’s never good to be on Tongue’s bad side. The man is insane on a good day, on a bad? He is beyond reasoning with, beyond trying to convince. He only has one intent, and that’s to cut and kill.

I’m about to open my mouth to answer him, but Reaper’s announcement silences me. “Church! Now!” he roars as loud as he can and slams the church door shut.

Oh, shit. He’s furious.

Something bad happened.

“Saved by the bell,” Tongue growls, sliding the tip of his blade down my arm. It’s a slight touch, not usually enough to cut the skin, but since Tongue keeps his knives sharp, my skin parts on the surface and a trickle of blood flows out. “You better hope I don’t find out you’ve turned your back on the club, because if you have, I’m going to rip that Scottish tongue out of your mouth.” He slams his shoulder against me which causes his knife to dig deeper into my skin.

Tongue finally pulls the blade away and wipes it on his jeans before stuffing it in his sheath. Fuck, the man scares the hell out of me. I rip my sleeve off my shirt and tie it around my arm to stop the bleeding. Tongue is always going the extra mile before he learns the truth. I should be glad the only thing he did was cut my arm.

I’m glad he didn’t just reach in and cut my tongue out.

All the men march into church and the cut-sluts are left alone in the main room. I wipe my forehead on my good sleeve and step inside, and the world stops moving for a minute when I see Maximo standing next to Reaper.

Fuck. If Reaper finds out I’m fighting for Maximo before I tell him, the punishment will be severe for being dishonest.

I lean against the wall and set the bag down next to me. Reaper is waiting for the rest of the men to enter before he begins. When the door closes, he smashes the gavel on the table and everyone quiets down.

My stomach is in knots. I can’t believe Maximo is here. This cannot be good for me.

Reaper pinches his eyes closed and rubs them. He seems older lately. He has silver hair around his temples and crow’s feet next to his eyes. This isn’t an easy job, and it has taken its toll. Being part of an MC means giving up your life of peace in exchange for turmoil, and I think our peace at the club is over. It has to be if Maximo is here.

“Everyone, this is Maximo. New owner of Circus, Circus. Head of the Moretti Mafia.”

“No shit. He’s Moretti’s family?” Tool asks, flipping his screwdriver between his fingers.

Maximo gives a slight bow. “I am his brother. I hate to see my brother in the state he is in. All I can hope is that he pulls through.”

“How do we know you aren’t full of shit?” Tongue drags each word out then stabs the table. “Moretti has been in that bed for a while now, and you’re just now coming around? Sounds like a bunch of bullshit.”

“There were many things I had to take care of before I came to