Author: KL Savage
Series: Ruthless Kings MC #11
Release Date: February 23, 2021
Genre: Dark Romance, Romantic Suspense
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I don’t live in the shadows anymore.
Daphne has dragged me into her light.
At first, it was bright, and I didn’t know how to live in it.
Life for the most part is better than I ever dreamed.
But not better for her dreams.
Especially when dreams tread the line of reality.
When she tells me the truth, it sends me into a quiet place.
A place where I plan, a place where I figure out who her father really is and what he did.
A place where I hone in on my target.
He is the reason for her mind to be lost.
And when she gets lost, I always find her and bring her back to me.
That is until she leaves because life loves to shred my soul.
And now I’m the one lost. I’m in the shadows and for the first time, I don’t want to be here.
I need my comet’s light.
Only to find her…
And she doesn’t remember us.
I’m a stranger.
How can I make her fall in love with me all over again?
She’s my wish upon a star.
And I’ll kill her father for taking my wish.
I can’t tell anyone.
Or my wish won’t come true.
And I wish for her love again.
Title: Tongue’s Target
Series: Ruthless Kings MC #11
Genre: Dark Mafia Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: Lori Jackson Designs
Photography: Wander Aguiar
Cover Model: Jonny James
Author: KL Savage
Release Date: February 23, 2021
We don’t speak. We just stare and the room charges with our sexual tension that tends to make others uncomfortable.
“There is a child in the room,” Reaper advises us under his breath while also clearing his throat after, so Maizey hopefully can’t hear the warning.
“Damn, yer making me want more than apple pie.”
“Skirt,” Reaper scolds, but doesn’t have a serious look on his face.
“I need to… uh… go check on Dawn.”
“I’m going to go see Melissa.”
“Yeah, Sarah might need her belly rubbed or something…” Reaper throws it in the pot along with everyone else since they are getting affected by Tongue and I. Well, not us as people, but what we are creating in the air.
It’s been too long since I’ve felt him inside me, and I need that to change. I know some people’s love language revolves around hand holding or small gestures, but not mine.
I find reconnection in Tongue with sex because we give each other what we need. Often times, what we need is so much darker than anyone else could ever give. It’s because he’s my soulmate. I never believed in soulmates before him. I believed everyone could love as many people as they wanted. The heart heals when love is taken away and eventually the person learns to love again.
That’s the story I told myself. Since I had never been in love before Tongue, I just thought love was an easy notion. I told myself love was a choice, because there was no such thing as two souls being destined to be together. Even reading all the books I do about love and loss and one true loves, I was skeptical, but it never stopped my curiosity. There was always a part of me that wondered if it was real.
And then the experience with Tongue let me know that love isn’t a choice. We don’t choose love.
It’s decided for us.
Tongue is my fate. The one destiny wrote my life for. When I met him, my life made sense and found purpose.
My soul is linked to his. I know in my heart; I was born to die being loved by him.
If something happened to him, if fate took him away from me, I have no doubt that’s when my journey in this world would come to an end. I was created for his hands, for his heart, and for the wicked side of love people don’t like to experience.
Our love is blackened and burned by the trials of this world. No one can tell me different, but underneath the soot is a diamond. The gem is black, but it shines just as bright as one that isn’t tarnished.
When we die, cover me in our blood so I can become one with the love that’s made its home in the marrow of my bones after I decompose into nothing. But even then, I’ll be something, because I’ll have him embedded in my dust.
People might think they are above us because of how Tongue and I show love is beneath them, but they’re wrong. It’s in the black, in the void, in the places no one wants to go where the deepest, craziest, most intense love exists.
And if you can’t touch that place, have you ever really loved?
My dead best friend’s daughter and the woman that haunts my dreams are one and the same.
For the last two years, I’ve told myself she’s off limits.
That a man like me, can’t be with a woman her age.
Then my little maniac turned eighteen.
And I gave in to my temptation.
I shouldn’t have, but now it’s too late.
She’s mine now, and I’ll never let her go.
Then one of the biggest sinners in Vegas thought he could just take her.
He’s forgetting it’s my job to protect her. Mine.
Now, I’m going to burn this city to the ground.
I’ll reap havoc until my little maniac is back in my arms.
I left my life behind me.
I need room to breathe and room to think, to make my own choices and to own my mistakes.
Bitterness and anger cloud my judgement when it comes to the MC. What is so great about them that I can’t have on the outside? What is so great about the patch?
That is all I’ve experienced with the club.
I hated to leave my sister. She’s the only reason I stayed as long as I did.
But it’s time for something new.
And yet, I find myself searching for trouble, wanting—needing to be someone’s savior.
I have the best poker face, but when I lay down my winning hand and they shove a girl at me, bound and scared, for my prize, I knowI’ve landed in the middle of something bigger than me.
The girl? Scarlett Rose.
My reason for being.
I just have to prove it to her.
She needs protection, and I’ll die before they hurt her again.
Being the VP of the Ruthless Kings has made me jaded and scarred, a savage bloodthirsty beast.
Grit, pain, blood, the three constants in my life.
I wouldn’t burden anyone with loving me. I’m a hard man to love.
Until she walks through the garage doors, looking perfect in her little blue dress and high heels.
She’s neat and clean and too damn good for me, but I’m determined to get her filthy.
Then Reaper reminds me of the debt I owe him, and the fine is costly—stay away from the woman whose voice is a song.
Because her father is the sheriff of Vegas, and he fucking hates us.
Come to find out, the sheriff is a bit crooked, which unlocks a whole new set of rules in my playbook. And I have the right tools to break all of them.
Did I go against my Prez again for my little sparrow? Or do I let her fly away?
I’ve never known the calm after the storm.
Thunder has always raged inside me.
I met a girl at seventeen.
Girl got pregnant.
My worst nightmare happened.
Every time I close my eyes, I see them.
No one takes me seriously in the MC.
And that’s how I like it.
I keep my true self−hidden because without them, life hasn’t been worth living.
Melissa is the shock to my heart to bring me back to life.
Our nightmares bind us.
And to love her like she deserves, I have to let go of the past.
I have to let go of them.
It’s easier said than done.
Because I know in my heart my daughter is alive.
I’ll need the help of my MC to find her.
But Melissa’s past isn’t done with her either.
What I didn’t expect?
Ours pasts to cross.
And the road to trust just got a whole lot longer.
There are few things people know about me.
I really hate pants.
And Poodle is me best friend.
There are always buts.
There is one thing people don’t know.
Me love for fightin’.
I come from a long line of fighters.
I live it.
I breathe it.
And brass knuckles.
It’s me way of life.
So I fight, legally. No one knows.
I wanted to keep it a secret, but MC life exposes everyone’s secrets.
There’s a woman I have me eye on. A woman who’s off limits.
She’s an opponent’s girl. A rival. An Irish bloke who comes from a powerful family.
He isn’t abusive in just the ring, but to her too.
Bruises litter her beautiful face.
She doesn’t give me the time of day.
Until she is dumped on the side of the desert road.
She’s mine now.
Fuck her boyfriend’s power.
I’ll kill him.
No matter how hard I try, I can never drown the memories.
I miss alcohol.
The craving claws against my stomach every day.
And being in this rehab center doesn’t help.
No one understands how it feels to not be able save someone you love.
I had to watch Macy’s demise.
How she screamed for me to help her.
I hear those screams. They echo in my head.
A song on repeat.
And a patient here, Sunnie, she tries to make me feel better.
With her pretty vice and perfect smile.
Who the hell is that happy? She makes me want to drink.
Then, she shares her pain, and I realize her bright disposition is a mask.
I find myself wanting to make her smile, to make her happiness permanent.
Nothing is ever that easy.
Especially when she’s the daughter of the man who ruined my life.
He doesn’t recognize me.
Which is good because he has no idea of the man I am today.
My MC brothers are going to bring hell upon him.
Sunnie has no idea who her father truly is
Or does she?
Happiness can’t make everything better.
But alcohol can.
He gets off on your fear.
Trick or treat, Come and meet, someone you love that’s buried six-feet.
If you don’t, I don’t care, I’ll love to see you in despair.
They will die. Save their life!
This isn’t a dare, I bid you beware.
Follow the clues I’ll give to you,
This is merely my debut.
Until the clock strikes midnight,
They will be gasping for air, what a delight.
My hand shakes when I read the note.
Everyone is here.
There are so many people. So many painted faces. How am I supposed to know who is missing?
I knew this party was a bad idea.
Now, one of my own is in trouble and as the Prez of the MC, I should know not to play a game.
But we are on a timer and someone is using us as pawns.
It’s up to us to save one of our own.
The clock starts now.
She holds a special place in my heart.
The darkest part of it.
A part I never show anyone.
From the moment we met, I wanted to show her all my scars, the need I hide inside.
The woman who wears long sleeve shirts on a hundred-degree day.
She’s been away at college and when she comes home, I plan on making her mine.
One phone call.
A broken voice.
Time stands still.
And everything changes.
My plans goes up in smoke when I find her.
Rivers run red. My heart stops.
My chance with her hangs in the hands of fate.
I’ve turned a blind eye to the help she needs.
What kind of doctor does that make me?
No more. I’ll be everything for her.
Doctor. Friend. Lover. Husband.
But I’ve learned, everything means nothing if she doesn’t start caring about herself.
Especially when there is more to her now than there ever was.
I’ll carve scars into her enemy and break my oath as a doctor to bring her justice.
I’m too dark for her light.
I am who I am, and I won’t apologize for it.
I don’t know how to be…
I have my reasons.
I’ve been through hell.
I’ve touched the flames themselves and I’ve danced with the devil.
Damnation torched my soul until it was black.
Then I see her.
I’m enthralled, but I can’t speak to her.
She’s too pure.
She doesn’t need to see my torched soul.
She doesn’t need to taste my damnation.
I watch what I can’t have.
I swear I’ll protect her.
Even if she doesn’t know I’m there.
I get more…
She loves books.
I wonder if I could love them too.
She loves wine.
I imagine us sharing a glass.
Imagination. What a tease.
She feels me there.
Sees me out of the corner of her eye.
I’m the reason the hair on the back of her neck is standing up.
But I stay in the shadows where I belong.
Until I can’t.
Until the day I see her cry.
Those tears feel like open wounds.
I want to heal them.
But all she does is run.
So I follow.
I won’t stop until she no longer has a reason to cry.
Even if it means I have to ride through the fires of hell one more time.
Jingle Hells, Jingle Hells, Jingle all the way…
They think they are safe.
Isn’t that sickening?
They are decorating for Christmas.
Twinkling lights. Wreaths. Mistletoe.
All that is missing is snow.
They are the idea of a perfect family, aren’t they?
I wonder how many of them are wishing for a Christmas miracle.
How many of them only want peace?
A night full of magic and wonder…
Not when I’m here.
It’s a beautiful time to be the Groundskeeper.
Turning miracles into nightmares.
Love is powerful force, but it doesn’t compare to guilt.
And just like most people, my guilt eats me alive.
I went from being an irresponsible kid who didn’t know any better, to an irresponsible man who does.
I make no apologies.
Don’t take my carelessness for strength.
My blood is as thick as the water that killed my brother and once I’m cut, there’s no stopping the river of rage.
My past is dead. I’m not like my MC brothers. Nothing is going to come bite me in the ass.
Or so I thought.
Because life gave me Mary, the little hellraiser who tries to be reckless.
She’s only looking to escape the nightmare of what happened to her in Atlantic City.
She’s a good girl. She doesn’t belong in this life.
Even if I know she belongs with me.
She paints her lips in red lipstick, but I know it’s an effort to hide the pain.
There’s more than the fact we are too different to be together.
Death calls on the Ruthless Kings.
And like idiots, we answered.
Her past isn’t dead.
And mine has come back to life.