Kansas (Ruthless Kings MC Atlantic City #2) - K.L. Savage
To all of those that can’t seem to catch a breather and are busting their asses working from home, taking care of the family, working away from home, and still taking care of the family in these crazy times.
It’s crazy out there. We aren’t in Kansas anymore, folks.
And we hope this book brings you an escape from the harsh reality of the world we are living in today.
I can’t believe it’s been a year since the light bulb went off in my head, and I had the random idea that I wanted to do this. As always, I shared my idea with my bestie, and we started hashing everything out. It was a random idea with tons of what-ifs and unknown variables but just like every other time Lynn said, “Let’s go for it. Let’s make it happen. All you can do is try.”
Things might not be how we envisioned this when we started but the one thing that never changes is her support and her drive to help make our books the best they can be. I can’t tell you how many times she goes without sleep working on something, so I don’t have to. With the seed already planted, I called The Instigator, and I said, “Sooo feel free to say no but Lynn and I discussed this, and I think we can, but would you consider writing this MC book with me. Before you decide you should know I don’t really have money for this and it’s going to be a while before you see any money so just think about it.”
Of course, she didn’t even think about it she said, “I don’t care, I trust you. If you think we have a shot at this, I’m in. I don’t care about the money. I just want to be a part of it.” Knowing how hard we all had it at that point in time, I couldn’t believe she said yes, but she did. And for a long time, she was killing herself working full time and staying up all hours trying to keep up.
Now let’s get to my mom. If you knew our history, you’d think I had a death wish asking for anything. But pretty much like I did with The Instigator I said sooo mom, and I laid it all out for her, and she didn’t even have to think about it. She handed over her credit cards and her perfect credit score and said, “I know you can do this, and it’s going to pay off in the long run.” It’s been rough at times and even then, she just says it’s gonna pay off.
Then there’s my stepdad, he is the best. I’m pretty sure he talks about our books more than we do. I can’t tell you how many times he’d say you need to write a book. Our books might not be what he had in mind, but he doesn’t care. He still reads them. He is still one of our biggest supporters and will still pull all-nighters working on our stuff. Why? Because this is my baby. This is a random thought, a dream I had for me and my bestie and The Instigator.
Since it’s our one year anniversary, I thought it was only fitting I shared with you how K.L. Savage started and tell some of the most important people in my life thanks for all they do because I know I don’t say it enough.
Sixteen years old, Tulsa, Oklahoma.
I always heard my Pops say that in order to get respect, you have to give it. I think that’s the biggest load of shit I’ve ever heard.
Trust and respect are what people offer when they can’t be trusted or respected. Everyone who says they aren’t like that are nothing but liars.
And let’s face it.
I’m only sixteen. I shouldn’t be so damn cynical, but I am. My instincts have always been chalked up to being young, naïve, and paranoid, but I know better. It’s how I know not to respect or trust my Pops. It’s been that way forever. My hatred for him goes back years. I can’t remember a time where I didn’t look at him and wish he were dead.
There is something… off.
I don’t know what it is. I don’t know if maybe I’m just the piece of shit who has the problem, but my gut says my Pops is a liar. How is he lying or why? I can’t say. I don’t have an answer, but I