Page 32 of Savage

I stalked forward, jaw clenched, every inch of me coiled in rage. “Stone can have them after?—”

Fox’s gaze cut to mine. “Stone first.”

I didn’t reply. I just stared at him. Deadpan.

He took a step closer. “We need them to talk. To name names. You break them before Stone gets what he needs, and you screw the whole case. You gonna convince me they’ll be capable of that after you’re done with them?”

I gritted my teeth. “Can’t promise anything.”

“Exactly. You know I’m right, Savage.”

My fists curled at my sides as I snarled, “Someone needs to bleed.”

“They will,” he replied quietly. “But not until we get what we need.”

I sucked in several breaths, my nostrils flaring and my jaw clenched. Eventually, I was in enough control to nod in agreement.

Maverick walked over and shoved a red gas can into my chest. Then he held up a matchbook tucked between two fingers.

“Fire’s cleaner than fists,” he said, voice dry. “Burn it down.”

“Leave evidence, not bodies,” Hunter reminded me.

My hands clenched around the red gas can like it was an extension of my rage. Then I snatched the matchbook and looked at the building around me.

All this had been used to hurt people. To end lives. To drag my woman into something she never asked for.

I turned the container over and set it on the nearest shelf, watching the liquid drain until a puddle was on the floor.

My shoulders were tight with fury, and I exhaled hard.

Then I lit a match.

13

TAMARA

Icouldn’t sleep. The bed was far too empty without Talon. Even wearing one of his shirts and clutching his hoodie didn’t help. I kept staring at the door as though he might walk through it at any second. But he didn’t.

Every minute that passed without Talon made me wonder what was happening. If he was okay.

Eventually, I gave up trying and slid out of bed. After tugging on a pair of sweatpants and comfy socks, I padded down the hall. The big lounge area was softly lit with a couple of old lamps and had a low murmur of voices coming from the TV. I wasn’t surprised to find a few of the old ladies curled up on the black leather couches with knit blankets and half-finished mugs of hot drinks.

Sadie looked up from her seat, her slightly rounded belly pronounced under a big black T-shirt that her husband Hunter had probably given her. “Trouble sleeping?”

I nodded, hugging myself tightly. “The waiting is so hard.”

Dahlia was sitting next to Sadie and patted the cushion beside her. “Come sit. It’s easier when you have company. Mollyhas the twins, so I can wait here for Kye. We take turns during club business.”

I sank down next to her and let the warmth of the room settle into my bones. Sheila sat across from us in an armchair, her knitting needles clicking steadily. She glanced over at me with a motherly smile. “You want tea? Or some hot cocoa? I made some in case I found you girls waiting here on your men.”

I shook my head and whispered, “Thanks, but I’m okay.”

“You look like you’re gonna vibrate out of your skin,” Sadie murmured gently. “You love him already, don’t you?”

I blinked fast, the sting behind my eyes catching me off guard. “I think I did the moment I saw him. I just didn’t admit it until now.”

“You’re not alone in that,” Sheila reassured me with a soft smile. “Savage proved to be just like his club brothers when he met you. When an Iron Rogue finds their one, they choose them with everything they’ve got.”

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