Page 102 of Savage Outlaw

“Is his son okay?”

“Right as rain with his wife and kids.”

“You’re a good man, Thaddeus.”

His Roux was drunk on the red wine she’d slurped if she thought so, but damn if he didn’t want to be a hero in her eyes. He stopped at his bike and cupped the side of her face. She lifted it up and smiled and he was walloped in the mid-section with how fucking much he loved this woman.

Down to the bones and skin of him.

She was it.

He’d always known it.

He set eyes on her that day on the side of the road and whatever soul a man like him still had, knew she was meant to be his.

He dropped his head and put his lips to hers and pressed her up against the wall because where else would he put a masterpiece?

“I’ll be a good man to you,” he said with a rasp. It was the absolute truth.

He couldn’t envision a day where he didn’t break his back to make her happy, whatever that may be. Whatever she wanted; he’d get it for her.

Humming against his mouth, she gave him the best gift of all when she smiled.

“I think you should come to the next cookout with me.”

“At your dad’s place?”

“Yeah. I know it’s going to be awkward, you being a down and dirtySouls,” she teased him, her fingers sneaking under the front of his shirt. She had a thing for his belly. If she touched it he was gonna fuck her right here on the quiet street.

“But it’s a family thing and I want you there, Tad. Will you?”

He groaned because he’d rather have his balls in a mouse trap than be seen at anyDiablosevent.

For Roux, he’d do anything.

“Yeah, if you want me there, I’ll be there.” He kissed the back of her knuckles. “You get your fill, baby, or do you wanna go to a dessert place?”

His girl deliberated with a hum and rested her forehead to his chest. That was his cue to get his hands on her, seeing as how he was addicted and couldn’t go long without touching her in some way. He palmed the back of her nape and stroked up and down.

“I’m so stuffed, even though Idowant more cake. Or a donut. Maybe a waffle cone.”

Watching her enjoying her food was a fetish for Butcher because he felt his cock twitch inside his jeans when she groaned. Kissing the top of her head, he started to clip the helmet on her when a Black SUV came from around the corner, slowed and pulled up alongside them. The window whirred down, and Butcher got the first hint of disturbance when a female face came into view.

They both recognized the woman.

He instinctively placed his body in front of Roux.

“Doesn’t this look cozy.” Verónica Garcia Ruiz remarked, her lips pulled in a tight smile. Dressed for business, but her eyes were all viper as she smiled tightly at Roux. “Miss. Tucker, this is fortuitous that we run into each other.”

“Yeah, I doubt that,” mouthed his girl. She tried to come out from behind him, Butcher got a hold of her waist to keep her next to him.

Butcher didn’t like coincidences, not ones that included the Ruiz woman. He wasn’t taking chances with Roux’s safety. He squeezed a hand on her hip to let her know to stay right there.

“You and I have unfinished business,niña. My husband was not happy with what you did.”

Butcher felt Roux stiffen.

“We don’t have business together and if your hubby is unhappy then try getting on your knees a little more, it works for my man.”

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