Skirt (Ruthless Kings MC #5) - K.L. Savage Page 0,80
head.
Poodle is next to me, and he squeezes my shoulder, trying to make me feel better.
“Do you think Cohen did this?”
“Without a doubt,” I say in an instant and press the heel of my hands against my eyes. “It has to be him.”
1,440 minutes.
86,400 seconds.
That’s how many minutes and seconds are in a day, and Dawn has been missing every hour of it. With every tick of the hand on the clock, my mind has been on her. Her absence is eviscerating.
“Maybe that other MC has something to do with it,” Tool says. “Maybe we need to reach out to those Demon Furry’s.”
“Fury. Demons Fury,” Reaper corrects him, and a few guys chuckle, but there isn’t any humor in it. It’s automatic because Tool is trying to lighten the mood.
“I’m just saying, maybe they know something.”
“It’s not a bad idea. Tongue, ride out to the dam. Take Knives with you. Get a location on the Hounds. Bullseye? Any update on Maximo? I find it odd that he’s been quiet through all this.”
“When I met with him, he said he’s keeping his ear out. He says the Hellhounds are bad news, but that’s all he knows. He hasn’t heard anything about Dawn.”
“Keep an eye on him, Bullseye, and take Tank with you.”
“Prez—”
“If you want to prove yourself fucking worthy, Tank, you’re going to go. How long do you want to be a prospect? Go with Bullseye, and I swear, I don’t want to hear from either of you until you have something useful. Either information or a dead fucking body.”
“Yes, Prez,” Bullseye says, stands, and picks up Tank’s huge ass by his prospect cut and drags him out the door.
Braveheart, Reaper, Poodle, Slingshot, Doc, and Badge are the only ones at the table. “We always find our women,” Reaper states, trying to make me feel better.
“Aye, I know.”
A soft knock taps against the door. None of the guys knock that way. The door creaks open and Ellie, Poodle’s daughter, peeks her head in the crack.
“Ellie, what did I tell you about coming in here? Prez, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. Everything okay, Ellie?”
She blushes and steps in, holding Chaos in her arms. “I know Skirt is sad. I wanted to bring him his puppy in hopes it will make him feel better.”
Reaper’s eyes soften as does every other guy in the room, especially Braveheart.
“I’d really like that, Ellie. Thank ye.” I stand and squeeze behind the chairs to get to her. She places Chaos in my hands, and the bush on top of his head has gotten bigger, but his body hasn’t. Chaos whines and licks my nose, and I hold him close, feeling his little heart racing against my shoulder. His nose is cold and whoever said dogs were therapy deserves a damn reward because I feel lighter.
Dawn would love this pup. “Hey, Chaos.”
He whimpers, sensing my sadness.
“Thank ye, Ellie.”
“Anytime, Skirt. Sorry, President Reaper. It won’t happen again.”
A few of the guys snicker from hearing her say ‘President Reaper.’ It’s cute and naïve. We never want her to change.
“Good job, baby. I’ll be out soon, okay?” Poodle kisses his daughter’s forehead, and it spreads another ache in my chest.
Aidan is still gone. I’m such a goddamn failure.
Chaos growls and sinks his sharp puppy teeth in my neck.
“Ye little shite!” I press my hand against the spot where he bit me and see if he drew blood. I bop his nose, a light love tap, and slightly scold him. “I’ll let that go cause ye cute. No biting.”
He latches onto my finger and growls, those damn teeth as sharp as Tongue’s blade. “Damn it! Ye menace.” A small smile breaks my face, the first one I’ve had since Dawn went missing. Chaos removes his bear trap of a mouth from my finger and licks it, sensing my mood shift. “Yer alright, Chaos. Ye alright.” I tuck him to my chest and take a seat.
“That dog is damn ugly,” Badge says. “Pidoodles were not, and still are not, a good idea.”
“Don’t talk about Lady like that,” Poodle and I say at the same time.
“Okay, alright. I’m glad to see everyone’s mood has shifted, but I know the heaviness is still felt. Skirt. I know the pain won’t go away until she’s home. We will find Dawn and her kid. No one fucks with women and children. No one.” Reaper punches the table with his fist and the guys that are left in the room cheer and holler.