Tongue (Ruthless Kings MC #8) - K.L. Savage Page 0,21
asks, nearly red in the face. “Out? Are you fucking kidding me? After what happened on Halloween, I really thought you would be more responsible, Tongue. We need to stay together right now. We need you here at home. Skirt needs his home rebuilt. The walls are going up around the compound. I can’t have you doing whatever the fuck you want, when you want because you fucking feel like it right now.” His eyes drop to the book in my hand and the wine bottle in the other. “The bookstore girl, that’s who you’ve been with?”
I forgot he knows about her now. I saw him at the coffee stand while I watched her from the alley. I was hoping she’d be my secret for a little while, but Reaper always figures everything out. “No.” It isn’t a lie. Technically, she had no idea I was there, so she can’t say she was with me.
“So you stopped at the store and grabbed a book and a bottle of wine?”
“What’s the harm in that?” I say. I remember the times when I could barely say a word without stumbling over myself. I’ve learned how to speak without sounding like a complete fool since my tongue has healed.
“You’re not to leave the compound until further notice. Do I make myself clear?”
Like I give a flying fuck what he has to say. Nothing is going to keep me away from Daphne.
“We have more important things going on than you chasing some ass.”
“I don’t chase ass,” I say darkly, itching to grab my knife. I crack my neck, twisting it right and left until it pops. “You know damn well that’s not what I do.”
“I know, but you being around that sweet, innocent girl will bring her nothing but pain, and you know it. Stay away from her. If you want what is best for her, leave her alone.”
What feels like a sharp knife pierces my heart, then twists. I can’t leave her alone. Now that I finally have her, she always needs to be by my side. A baby cries in the kitchen, and Skirt gets up from the couch and gives me a nod, exiting the room silently to go care for his newborn daughter, Joanna, named after Doc’s ol’ lady who tried to run into a burning building to save him. They nicknamed their daughter Joey, so it’s less confusing.
Slingshot digs into a bag next to him and unwraps the foil around his food. It’s a breakfast burrito. I’ve come to learn he eats when he’s nervous.
And he’s constantly nervous.
Usually what I do when I’m nervous is cut tongues, but things haven’t exactly been a revolving door of people who deserve to die, so I need to do something with my time. It’s better than being here, in that damn Church room, or even near it, reminding me that I was buried alive. I only lived because Sarah heard me punching through the floor.
And then there was another attack on the compound. Doc was a busy guy that day. A lot of people were injured, and we lost two cut-sluts. I don’t give a fuck about the club whores, but some do, and I guess it’s sad. If you can find it in yourself to care.
Because of all the action lately, Reaper has been running a tight ship. Walls are going up around the property line since people keep getting in and fucking with what’s ours. We haven’t had time to rebuild Skirt’s house after it burned down in the attack that Joanna’s ex-whatever he was hired college kids to take us out.
I know people expect me to be afraid of the dark now, but it isn’t the case. I’m not afraid. Someone got the upper hand on me and somehow buried me. Every time I enter Church, I get angry, and I’m barely able to contain myself from blowing the fuck up and cutting out the person’s tongue who is sitting next to me when I’m triggered.
It’s usually Slingshot, and considering how much he loves tacos, I don’t think he’d appreciate that very much.
“Now, since everyone is here, we have cleanup to do from the attack that we still haven’t gotten around to—” Reaper pinches the bridge of his nose, and I slam the front door shut, hoping what he said to me is forgotten. I don’t care what I have to do to see her. I’ll do it. “Things have been hectic. Between the attack, Doc’s mom’s funeral, and