Skirt (Ruthless Kings MC #5) - K.L. Savage Page 0,74

get in on this right?”

“I don’t want all the guys, Bullseye. I need someone I trust. She’s my ol’ lady. My fucking one, okay? Just watching. I want to make her happy even if I’m not 100% comfortable with it. Maybe I’ll like it.”

“So I’m like, your booty call, kind of, right?”

I groan and thud my head against the table. “Kind of?”

“Fuck, yes! I’m in. I’m so fucking in. Can we go do it now? Shit, this is going to be so hot. I need another coffee.”

“No touching her, Bullseye. I mean it. You can watch, get close, but ye can’t touch her.”

“Deal. No problem. I don’t mind being someone's fantasy test drive. Zoom zoom, bitches. I’m coming to rev some engines.” He laughs and holds out a hand for me to high-five.

Christ.

I slowly lift my hand, and he smacks it with vigor. “That a boy! You just made my fucking day.” He claps his hands and rubs them together evilly. “So, let’s go wake up your girl and get this show on the road.”

“Wake her up? She isn’t in bed. She’s here.”

Bullseye’s fun facade is gone, and the Sargent at Arms mask is in place. “Skirt, she isn’t here. Not even the whores are here right now. Sarah is awake with Ellie, and they’re playing with the puppies. Skirt, she has to be in the cabin.”

My cup trembles in my hand and the coffee splashes over the rim, burning my skin, but I don’t fucking care.

“There has to be a reason. Don’t panic yet.”

Too late.

I drop the cup, and it fractures on the floor into tiny pieces. I push away from the table and run through the clubhouse. “Dawn! Dawn! Lips?” I shout her name with hysteria. “Dawn?” I bellow. My legs are shaking, my heart is thumping, and my mind is drawing fucking blanks. I’m spinning in circles.

“Dawn!” I scream for her again.

“What the fuck are you yelling for?” Poodle scratches his head, his hair a poufy mess. Melissa puts her arms around his waist.

I run my hands through my hair and then haul arse out the door. “Dawn!” I shout at the top of my lungs, letting my voice carry over the flat desert. “Dawn, love! Lips!” My voice breaks from how loud I’m crying out for her.

“Skirt.” Poodle runs down the steps after me, but I’m searching the property for any sign of her.

“Dawn! Dawn, baby? You okay? I’m here. Where are you?” It’s been five years since I’ve cried.

Today, the streak has ended. My eyes turn to those fucking lagoons, and I let the tears fall. I don’t give a fuck that the guys see me losing it. They don’t get it. They don’t understand how she anchors me.

I’m no longer a wayward soul, not with her directing me to the safest place I can be—her soul.

She’s my fucking home.

“Skirt, I need you to talk to me. What’s going on?”

“Dawn!” I ignore him, even when he stands in front of me and grips my shoulders, shaking me in hopes it brings me back to reality. “Dawn!” I taste the blood in my throat from straining my vocal chords.

Poodle slaps me across the face, and the burn is exactly what I need to stop panicking. “Stop. Fucking focus. What is going on?”

“I can’t find Dawn. She isn’t in the cabin. I thought she was in the clubhouse while I was fucking chatting it up with Bullseye, but she isn’t even here! She isn’t fucking here!” I pound my chest while staring at my best friend. “She isn’t here,” I say softer, broken. “Poodle, I need her. Christ, I fucking need her.”

Poodle nods. “I know. I know you do. We will find her. She has to be here somewhere. There’s an explanation. Okay?”

Yeah, there’s one that’s going to make me sick to my stomach. This piece of land is huge; what if she’s dead? What if she’s laying there in a ditch, and she cried out for me, but I was fucking sleeping, hugging her pillow like a damn fool? I wasn’t there for her when she needed me.

Why can’t I ever be there for the people I love?

Poodle slaps me again. “Don’t. Don’t blame yourself.” All the MC brothers run out of the house, and Reaper buttons his pants as he jogs over to us. “Lady!” Poodle calls for his prissy dog and places two fingers in his mouth, letting out a ear-ringing whistle.

Right. She’s trained in search and rescue, which isn’t expected since she prances