Tongue (Ruthless Kings MC #8) - K.L. Savage Page 0,10
to me!” Slingshot yells from behind. Great. Bikers are picking on me.
“What is that? Where are you?”
I turn around and narrow my eyes at the untamed biker in the middle. “I thought I was in the line to get coffee, but apparently, I’m at the zoo.”
Slingshot’s smile vanishes in an instant, and the other two men roar in laughter.
“Aye, she got ye, lad. Oh, she’s funny. This trip for coffee was worth it.” The redhead slaps his stomach and then his demeanor changes when he sees a bagel. “Oh, I need breakfast. I’ll take three of those bagels, please, and vanilla bean Frappuccino,” he gives his orders to Walter, the coffee cart guy.
“I’ll call you back, Aunt Tina. Love you.” I hang up the phone and slide it into my purse. “I actually have a question for you guys.” I want to forget the annoyance of being called blue eyes and remember the man who gave me forty bucks. I step up and tuck my hair behind my ear. “Walter, I’ll take my regular, and then plain black for Andrew.”
“Andrew your boyfriend?” Slingshot asks.
“He’s my boss. I work at the bookstore.” I roll my eyes, then catch myself, hoping he didn’t see me. What if they plan a hit on me and shoot me in my sleep?
“Wait—” The man who seems to be in charge crosses his arms, and my eyes fall to his chest. He has a patch that says Prez, which is what Slingshot called him. He must be the man in charge of the entire club.
He’s the one who will give the order to kill me.
I sip my coffee and really enjoy it, letting the caramel melt over my tongue like it’s the last time.
“You work at the bookstore? Right there on the corner?” he asks.
I nod. “Yeah, ‘Page by Page.’ It’s right across the street.” I point to it and then wonder if I should have shown them where I work. I need to stop being paranoid.
“That makes a lot of sense as to why he’s been carrying that book around,” he says, trying to rub a smile off his face, but it isn’t working.
“Actually, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I think one of your … uh … friends gave me too much money. He came into the bookstore, and he didn’t say much, just tossed money at me and ran away. I want to give him his change.” I dig through my purse, and my glasses slide down the tip of my nose. I take the cash between my fingers and hand it to them. Slingshot pushes my glasses up my nose, then taps the tip of it.
“You’re too cute,” he states.
“Puppies are cute,” I mumble, waiting for the Prez to take the cash, but he stares at it instead.
“The man you’re talking about. Is he about this tall—” The Prez holds his hand above his head a little bit. “Kind of creepy looking, silent, brown eyes.”
I smile when the man’s face flashes in my hand. “Yeah!”
Then I frown. “I wouldn’t say he is creepy. I hope his package was okay. It leaked all over the floor. Red stuff. It stains too. I’m not sure what items he was trying to send, but I doubt it got there in one piece. I hope it wasn’t pie.”
“Pie?” Slingshot bursts out laughing. “Oh my god, she’s so cute. She thought it was pie. I can’t breathe. I can’t … oh God. My side hurts.”
I pull the money away from them and scowl. I don’t like to be laughed at. I know there are a lot of things I don’t know about, but he doesn’t have to be rude about it. “Well, I’m sorry for wasting your time. I didn’t know that he was such a joke to you. Apparently, everything is.” I probably shouldn’t have said that, but I want to defend a man I don’t even know. Sure, he looked rough around the edges, but his eyes told me a different story.
And I want to know it.
I spin on my heel and start to walk away when the man who calls himself Prez cuts me off, standing in front of me. “Woah now, hold on a second. We’re sorry. We don’t talk to people who have interactions with Tongue. He isn’t exactly the social type of guy. You want me to give him the cash back, I will. I swear it.”
“Yeah, that would be great. Tell him there are other books in