Skirt (Ruthless Kings MC #5) - K.L. Savage Page 0,8
brush on the side of the road.
“Who the hell was in the road?” I should have them pluck the needles from my arse. That will teach them not to get in the way of bikers. I grunt in pain as I trudge through the desert plants on the road, and don’t ya know, they’re all fucking sharp and sticking me.
“Don’t know,” Poodle says. “I wanted to check on you first.”
“I have needles in me arse, Poodle. How the fuck do you think I’m doing?” I snap as I fall to my knees on the road. My hand grabs the shoulder of the person, and I flip them over onto their back. I gasp.
“Holy shit!”
It’s the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen. She’s black and blue all over. Looks like she got her ass handed to. Her hair is filthy. I can’t tell what color it is. Blood is caked in it. She has cuts on her chest and arms.
She doesn’t look like she’s breathing. I lay my ear against her chest and sigh in relief when I hear her heartbeat. It’s strong.
Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum.
“Call Reaper!” I order Poodle, and he pivots on his heel, pulling his phone from his pocket.
“Who did this to you?” I ask her, knowing she isn’t going to answer me. Her bottom lips is busted open, and her cheek has a deep cut on it too.
“Guys are on their way,” Poodle states and squats next to me. “Who do you think she is?”
“Don’t know,” I answer honestly, but my brain is screaming one thing.
Whoever she is, she’s mine.
Chapter Two
SKIRT
“She hasn’t woken up yet?” I ask, laying on my stomach in Doc’s treatment room in the basement. It’s nice, better than most emergency rooms I’ve been in, which is over a few dozen if I include the times I needed stitches in Scotland. The basement walls and floors are stainless steel walls and floors, with a dozen beds, heart monitors, ventilation machines, and whatever else a hospital needs.
Down here in the cold darkness is also the playroom, but it isn’t as sexual as it sounds. A lot of blood gets spilled in that room.
“You have to give her time, Skirt. We just got you guys down here.”
He doesn’t remind me that it took four guys to carry me since I could hardly walk. My arse was burning so bad from the damn cactus needles. My cheeks are starting to tingle, and I’m afraid I’ll lose my balls. It’s worst-case scenario, but I’m having terrible thoughts of the pricks being poisoned. What if I get a rash? What if it makes my balls fall off? It won’t happen.
But could it happen?
Yeah, that’s what I’m worried about.
“Skirt landed on a cactus! Doc has to pluck the needles out of his ass!” I hear Knives yell out to the entire clubhouse, and a stampede of boots sound above on the floor.
“I’m going to kill him,” I hiss through tight teeth, debating if I want to use Knives’ own ninja stars to shut him up.
Doc chuckles and lifts up my kilt. His face turns from funny, concerned, then pained, which doesn’t help my panic. “What is it? Is my ass rotting? Falling off?”
“It’s the whitest ass I’ve ever seen.”
“Oh, fuck ye, Doc.” I flip him off, and he cackles like a mad scientist. His laughter bounces off the walls of the room as the rest of the members of the MC parade down the stairs. This is going to be a nightmare.
“That doesn’t hurt. I’ve had knife wounds bigger than that,” Tongue says, popping his lips as he lifts my kilt to check the damage. “Not too bad at all. I can pry these out real fast. Flick of the wrist with the knife.”
“Ye aren’t getting near my arse with a fucking blade. There are important things down there. And ye get all twisty turny and excited with yer blade.”
“Just saying,” Tongue drawls.
“My ninja stars make bigger holes than that. Stop being a baby,” Knives decides to join in, clicking his tongue as he inspects my rear.
“Fuck off, the lot of ye. I have a hundred needles in my arse!”
“A few dozen, maybe,” Doc corrects me.
I fold my arms under my chin and plop my head down. “It feels like a hundred,” I grumble. I turn my head to see the girl we picked up off the road as if she were roadkill. Doc has her hooked up to a bunch of monitors and an IV in her arm that’s hooked up