Page 16 of Savage

“Company’s called Arcane Testing Solutions,” Deviant announced as he opened his laptop. He punched a few keys, then flipped it around so we could see the information on the screen. “Like I said before, it’s a front. All fake. Paper trail loops back to a med-tech investor group. Real quiet. And real fucking dirty.”

Stone tapped his fingers against the table. “Preliminary look at the corporation’s structure is a legal rat’s nest. Shell companies stacked like a damn Russian doll. Laundering grant money through third-party labs, all marked as nonprofit research.”

“Assholes,” Whiskey muttered, his voice like crushed gravel.

“They’re running trials without consent,” Midnight added. “Low-income patients and minimal documentation, all buried under false paperwork. This isn’t just illegal. It’s reckless. And fucking inhumane.”

“We take it down,” I said flatly. “All of it.”

“One piece at a time,” Fox agreed, nodding.

“They have an off-site storage house,” Deviant added. “That’s where the equipment and old records are. We should start there. Could have something we can use to punch a hole through the corp’s armor.”

Midnight nodded and pushed some photos to the center of the table. They were all surveillance shots of a small warehouse. He glanced at me, and I jerked my chin up in a gesture of thanks. He’d obviously sent someone all the way out there to check it out as soon as Deviant had an address.

“Get in, get out, then level the motherfucking place,” I stated without inflection.

“Not yet,” Stone sighed. “We do it smart. Get what we need. But don’t tip ’em off.”

“Relax,” Hawk muttered. “Not like Savage is gonna do something impulsive. Never met anyone so in control.”

“You wanna see Savage lose control?” Fox smirked, cutting a look to Hawk. “Look at his girl wrong. Just once.”

Hawk snorted. “Not it.”

“Damn straight you’re not,” I growled.

After several more hours of strategizing, the meeting wrapped with a timeline and split responsibilities. Stone and Fox were coordinating with contacts to prep for a legal strike once we had the evidence. Deviant was pulling security footage for our entry point, and Midnight was working on getting us past their security measures. Hawk, Whiskey, and I would handle the recon and the actual raid, while Racer was in charge of transport since our bikes weren't exactly stealthy. Plus, we didn’t know what we’d need to take with us. If they were as paranoid as they seemed, we’d likely have to take boxes of actual paperwork to sift through, along with any digital files.

With the plan in place, the guys filtered out, but Fox called out for me to hang back.

I waited while he opened a side cabinet and pulled something out.

“Had a feeling.” He handed me a folded black leather vest. “Sent it home with Tank yesterday. Sheila brought it back this morning.”

Ever since the brothers had started dropping like flies—finding and claiming their women at warp speed—Fox had kept a stash of cuts at the clubhouse so we didn’t have to wait for an order to arrive. They already had the property patch, so Sheila just added the names.

I unfolded it slowly. PROPERTY OF SAVAGE was stitched into a black-on-black rocker, withTamaraembroidered on the front. Simple. Bold.Fucking permanent.

“Appreciate it.”

Fox’s mouth crooked up at one corner. “Wasn’t doing it for you. Did it for the trail of dead bodies you’d leave if she wasn’t walkin’ around wearing your brand.”

It was after eleven when I finally opened the door to her room. I kept quiet, ready to find Tamara curled up and asleep, planning to strip down and slide into bed beside her. I wasn’t expecting to find her standing at the window in nothing but my shirt, bathed in moonlight, staring out at the trees.

My body went hard. Fast. And every primal instinct I’d buried since the moment we met surfaced. This wasn’t just lust. It was the driving need toclaim.

I stepped inside, locking the door behind me, my gaze never leaving her. The shirt was so big it practically swallowed her whole. But the light haloed her curls, traced the outline of her bare legs, the curve of her hips, and her perky ass.

I was seconds from losing it. From grabbing her, yanking that shirt off, and fucking her against the window so hard she wouldn’t walk straight for a week.

She turned at the sound of my boots, her gaze soft but curious, and I realized she didn’t even know what she was doing to me.

That made it worse.

Because it meant this wasn’t a game. She wasn’t trying to tempt me.

She just was.Mine.

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