Page 101 of Savage Outlaw

“Wondered if you’d have the balls to walk out of my front door and not the window you went through.”

He had ears like a fucking bat if he’d known Tad was here. She grinned at him. Tad ignored Axel for a second while he helped Roux into her jacket, taking the time to zip it for her like a gallant biker.

She wouldn’t confess to anyone because it made her feel silly and girlie, but she loved those small gestures he did. Like taking hold of her hand again.

“Didn’t want my girl to break her neck.”

“But you don’t mind breaking into my house…”

Tad replied in the same tone. “You get her in the morning, I get to spend some of her birthday with her now.”

Axel grumbled and Roux grinned. “See you in the morning, daddy.” She leaned over and popped a kiss to his rough cheek.

“You fucking make sure she’s safe.”

“Always do.”

“You know, I think you two are becoming friends,” she declared when Tad clipped a helmet under her chin. He climbed on his bike and held her hand when she got on behind him, her arms banded around his waist.

He chuffed a laugh. “Don’t push it, Cookie. He still wants to choke me.”

She snuggled deeper into his hard body, her fingers found their way beneath the bottom of his shirt and rested on his flat belly. “But I’m worth it, right?”

The engine thrummed beneath them and sent a thrill as always through the middle of Roux’s body. She felt at home on a bike, most especially on the back of Tad’s and she squeezed him tight.

As he gunned down the street to an unknown direction, he turned and sent her a cocky grin so scorching hot over his shoulder. “Every inch of you is worth it, Roux.”

Already this was turning out to be her favorite birthday yet and she didn’t have the first clue where he was taking her.

TWENTY-SEVEN

“The thing about trouble … it always circles back.” - Roux

“Do you remember the Thai food we had on my birthday?” Roux asked, happy nostalgia to her tone and Butcher felt it in his gut because of course, he did. He kept hold of every stolen night they had together. And he especially remembered each birthday they’d celebrated together.

As fleeting as they’d been.

The Thai food was on her twentieth birthday. He’d left her napping in their motel room to drive down the street to get them some food.

“I thought it was gonna kill us.”

Roux laughed and cuddled into the hand he was holding. “It really did taste horrible. But it was a good birthday. This is a good birthday too.”

They were leavingGino’sin the center of Denver. The man himself shook Butcher’s hand. “It’s always a pleasure to see you, my friend. Come by more often and bring your beauty with you.” He announced, beaming at Roux.

“I will, my man, thanks for tonight.”

“How did you get the whole restaurant for just us and after opening hours too?” She asked once they were on the sidewalk taking the slow walk back to his bike.

“He’s a good guy. And he owed me a favor.”

“Let me guess,” she mused, a finger to her lips. Butcher smirked watching her. “You whacked someone for him?”

“Close. His son got shot up, I sorted him out.”

“Because he couldn’t go to the ER.”

It was a satisfied feeling that he didn’t need to hide shit from Roux. She got the laws of bikers. If there was a problem, the club dealt with it personally without calling on the law.

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