Pirate (Ruthless Kings MC Book 6) by K.L. Savage

Author:K.L. Savage [Savage, K.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ruthless Kings Press
Published: 2020-10-01T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

SUNNIE

“Meet me in the garden, the space between the pink and red roses at 9pm…”

I reread the sloppy handwriting, and butterflies float around in my stomach. It’s been a few days since the fiasco with Lundon, Gale, and those scary biker men who wear leather. Does Patrick my Pirate wear the same outfit?

My face flushes when I imagine him in only leather.

Yep. Yep. He definitely looks good.

We haven’t been able to see much of one another because of his group sessions, and Gale put him in a time-out from hanging out with his ‘friend’ because she was scared shitless of the men who threatened Lundon.

We have been writing notes back and forth, hiding the folded-up pieces of paper underneath a fern that sits in the back corner, ignored and lonely.

Gale is on desk duty for her hip, but she has eyes everywhere, so we have to be careful.

The clock reads 8:55 when I check the time. Crap. I nearly didn’t check the fern in time. I tuck the note in the waistband of my pants and causally stroll by the front desk to see Gale on the phone and Patricia reading her book.

I still want to know what happens between Samuel and Elizabeth, but my mind has been preoccupied for a few days. I make a mental note not to forget and feign right to go to my room before hurrying out the door on the left.

It’s a good thing the gardens exist, to give this facility a place of beauty and relaxation because this hallway is haunted by the cries of addicts fighting for their lives. Low groans and high-pitched screams with each door I pass.

The lights flicker, and the hair on the back of my neck stands up when a woman’s wail crawls over my skin.

To think Patrick was in this hall just a few weeks ago, it twists a shard of glass into my heart.

“No, please. One last time. I swear, it will be one last time. One more. Please!”

I pick up the pace to get away from the sounds, the desperate begs; it’s sad and pathetic. And what’s worse is they know it too. They know when they beg for one last hit it’s a last-ditch effort. I don’t look down on them; I pity them. I’ve been there. It’s one of the hardest experiences I’ve ever had to go through, besides losing my child.

Withdrawal is like kerosene constantly dripping through your veins, and your craving for a high is the pilot light, a tiny flame. That’s it. A small, not an intimidating sway of fire, but since it’s a dark lover with kerosene, they cause a continual burning blaze in the blood. It scorches you from the inside out.

It’s so painful. I don’t wish the process on anyone.

The constant shouts are finally behind me, and I release a breath. I really hate walking down that hallway. It truly haunts in its own way, holding the screams of the weak as they succumb to the torture forced upon them.

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