Page 103 of Savage Outlaw

A grin pulled at Butcher’s lips. He’d always loved her spunk.

Ruiz’s dark gaze flitted to him and he saw a flare of appreciative interest through her eyes.

Yeah, lady. In your fucking dreams.

“Come on, let’s go.” He told Roux.

“You killed one of my men,” Ruiz announced in a tone that said the bitch was used to getting her own way.

“You’re dreaming, lady.” Butcher spoke before Roux could. She was already bristling against his chest when he fixed the helmet strap under her chin. “Go spend your night hassling someone else, stay the fuck away from my woman.”

“I recognize your jacket.” She told him. “I wonder how Axel Tucker would feel about his daughter running around with a Renegade Souls.”

That’s when Roux started laughing and slipped under Butcher’s arm to stare at the woman. “Fancy tattling to my daddy do you? You’re pathetic. You couldn’t stand losing at cards, Verónica, careful that the bitterness doesn’t wipe away your looks.”

The woman chuckled and lit up the screen of her phone, holding it out for them to see. And when Butcher heard Roux gasp, he wrapped his arm around her. Motherfucker. Ruiz had taken a picture of Roux standing over the dead bodyguard.

That fucking bitch.

His growl was that of a man pissed off and he placed his body between the car and Roux.

“We’re not interested, Ruiz. Stick to shopping because what you’re doing now is gonna take you down a path you won’t come back from, you get me?”

She chuckled again but gave her eyes to Roux. “I’ll leave it up to you to get in touch with me,niña. As I said, we have unfinished business.” The window whirred up and the car pulled away.

Butcher watched it disappear before cupping Roux’s face. “Ignore the bitch.”

“She has a photo of me, Tad!”

“Shit means nothing. Who’s she gonna show it to, the cops? I don’t think so, it would implicate her, and Ruiz isn’t gonna let his wife squeal to the law.”

“Then what the fuck does she want?”

“I don’t know but we’ll find out. Let’s head home, baby. I only have you for another 4 hours and I don’t intend to spend it thinking about a bitch in Prada shoes.”

Roux started laughing and curled herself into his chest. He was worried even if he wasn’t voicing it to her.

“What if I’m a bitch who owns Pradafuck meshoes?”

Butcher grunted, picturing her in only a pair of fuck me heels. “Do you? Actually, doesn’t matter, you’re getting fucked the minute we’re home anyway, shoes or not.”

She grinned, dotting a kiss to his rough jaw. “Better take me home then.”

He did, and he showed her how he celebrated his girl’s birthday.

It was only after he’d taken Roux home to spend some time with Axel that he started to think about the Ruiz woman and what shit she could cause for his Roux.

Had Lawless been at the club instead of inside a prison cell, he would have asked the enforcer to hack into Ruiz’s phone. Fortunately, Butcher had heard of another hacker from Manhattan, so he put a message out through the channels.

He wanted the shit she had on her phone destroyed.

TWENTY-EIGHT

“It’s not a big step when you’ve wanted it forever.” – Roux

“I want the club’s weight behind protecting my girl, Prez.”

“No one is starting a war over a bodyguard. Relax, doc.” Rider said as the pair walked across the forecourt side by side. “I can reach out to Ruiz if need be, but I’d rather not deal with that dipshit by choice. His old lady is trying to exert some authority. What’s she gonna do, take the evidence to the cops? Not happening, it would implicate herself and Ruiz won’t have that.”

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