Skirt (Ruthless Kings MC #5) - K.L. Savage Page 0,50
Vegas. Remember, my family is from Italy. That’s where I was before all this happened. I had to put someone else in charge there before coming here.”
“Maximo has been repaying the money back we invested in Moretti’s casino before it blew up.” Reaper’s eyes land on me, and I can’t tell if he knows or not that I’m fighting behind his back. “He has news,” Reaper blows out a breath and starts to pace. “You tell them, Maximo, before my anger gets the best of me.”
“Of course,” Maximo says and sprawls his hands out on the table. He always dresses in black, making his demonic features even darker. “We have a problem in our city. I’ve had my men keep a close ear to the ground. I know you don’t, partake in many illegal activities as I do and I respect that, so when I hear something disturbing, I know I can come to you. My men have told me there are two new MCs. They aren’t in Vegas, but they are on the outskirts of the city. Regardless, it isn’t good for an MC to encroach on another’s territory, especially without making themselves known.”
Reaper grunts, and the rest of the guys bang their fists on the table.
“Your President has informed me that you are looking for a man, a fighter, who might have kidnapped a child? I’ve heard they have been seen with one of the MCs.”
“Ye’ve seen Aidan? Where? Tell us. I’ll go get him now.”
Maximo’s eyes search for me and when they find me, they soften around the edges. “I do not know. I’m sorry. I’ve informed Reaper of my fighting ring, and that it is probably his best bet to find Cohen there, along with the other MCs. All are welcome as long as they bring cash.”
“That’s where you come in, Skirt.” Reaper stops pacing and runs his hands through his hair, then twists his neck left and right, cracking the bone. “You’re going to fight for Maximo. You’re going to fight every damn fight until Cohen catches wind of it.”
“Oh, I think he already has. He has taken down one Blackwood brother; I’m sure he would love to take down the other,” Maximo adds, and my brothers growl from the threat against me.
“There’s something else,” Reaper says and rubs his hand over his scruff. “NOLA chapter called—”
“God, can’t they leave us alone?” Tool gripes.
“Shut up, Tool. I’m not in the mood for your bullshit,” Reaper cuts him off with an evil eye.
“Yes, Prez,” Tool relents.
“NOLA called me and told me they have had a large number of kids disappearing. There are new flyers of missing children appearing every day.”
“Fuck.” Bullseye laces his fingers behind his head and leans back in the chair until he’s staring at the ceiling.
“They think whatever is happening, NOLA might be the hotspot, the epicenter of it all.”
“Ye mean, Aidan can already be there, and we would have no idea. And that’s if Aidan is there. The tunnels for human trafficking go on all over the world. Fuck!” I kick an empty chair and feel completely helpless. I’m invested in this. If we get him back, he’s my kid too since I’m with his ma. I want him back. I already feel connected to Aidan in a way I can’t explain, and I want to say it’s because I’m falling hard for his ma.
“Get it together, Skirt.” Reaper points the gavel at me, and his tone of voice has my back slamming against the wall. “You’re our chance at getting Cohen. I need you at your best. You need to fight.”
“Aye, Prez. I’ll do whatever it takes.” Obviously. I’ve fought for my dead brother, for his revenge, but what’s more important than fighting for the living? A kid needs me. I’ll be killing two birds with one stone.
Fight to avenge my brother.
Fight to bring Aidan home before it’s too late.
“We might have to go to NOLA. Everyone be ready. It will be a moment’s notice if we find out we’re going. I don’t want to hear any complaints.” Reaper cuts his eyes to Tool, and the screwdriver-wielding man stares at the table, ashamed. Tool has some apprehensions with the NOLA chapter, all because Seer freaked him out with his ‘sight’ ability.
I’m a skeptic, but it’s near hard to deny since Seer helped with Juliette’s situation.
“I’m obviously at your disposal. My brother wanted to be allies with you, and I want to extend that opportunity. You need anything, you let me know,