Page 104 of Savage Outlaw

Butcher knew on some level that was true. But then he was acting on instinct, he was walking the line as Roux’s man, needing to protect her any way he could.

He’d already paid the kid in Manhattan to hack Ruiz’s phone cloud to delete the photo. Whether she had it stored somewhere else, he didn’t know. According to his guy, he’d done a comprehensive search of her devices, the sites she visited, and nothing turned up another copy.

“Keep your head, Butcher,” Rider advised. “I know the impulse is to go off half-cocked when it’s about your old lady, but the last thing we need is a battle. This shit isn’tSoulsmess. It’s his.” He went on and indicated to the man on his rumbling bike at the gates.

Rider activated the mechanical gate and the pair of them stepped out.

“Hey, Rider. Thought it better we speak out here,” Axel said, casting his blank stare at Butcher who crossed his arms. He’d called the guy to meet them here, so he didn’t stand on ceremony. He explained the situation.

“That fucking whore, I’ll put her in a shallow grave.” Cold fury blasting out of him.

“I’m getting Roux moved in with me today.” Butcher told him, expecting him to kick off. Butcher couldn’t give a fuck about Axel’s tantrums, least of all right now. “If need be I’ll get her locked down in the compound.”

That brought a look of amusement to the man’s face. “Yeah, good luck with that, do you know Roux?”

“She’ll accept it, she has no fucking choice.” He wasn’t playing around with her safety.

Something like respect crossed Axel’s face and he nodded in Butcher’s direction. “‘preciate you taking care of her. I’ll get this shit with Ruiz shut down.”

“Might want to revise who you do business with,” Rider half smirked.

“No fucking joke. Been trying to get this fucker out of my hair for a while, now his bitch has sights on my girl, not fucking happening.”

“Look, you need back up, let us know. This involves Butcher’s woman now, you need us to weigh in, we’re there.”

Butcher saw the tick working Axel’s jaw and the reluctance in his eyes but then he exhaled and nodded, offering a hand to Rider, the pair shook. “‘preciate it, I’ll see how it goes.”

Axel lifted his chin to Butcher, the friendliest the bastard had ever been, and they watched him roar off.

Butcher chuckled on their stroll back to the clubhouse. “Offering him help, Prez?”

Rider smirked, his blue eyes lit. “Doesn’t hurt if he owes us a favor, brother.”

No, it doesn’t. But for Roux, he’d work with that bastard for free. If he was gonna become his father in law one day soon, he had to find a happy medium ground for them to get along. Or Roux would end up busting their chops.

The pair slapped hands at the door. “Now I gotta break the news to Hawk that we might be helping out theDiablos. Fuck me.” Rider groaned.

Butcher had more important things to do than pissing off the VP. He was already on dangerous ground these days just by dealing with an eager younger half-brother hanging around him. Juicy had no chill when it came to trying to connect with Hawk. Even when the VP was about as approachable as a snapping turtle.

Butcher had better things to get him smiling because he was moving his girl in.

He couldn’t be happier.

* * *

“Why is it we’re doing all the work?” Poppy’s man grumbled, dropping one of Roux’s boxes on the living room floor. It joined the other stack and row of suitcases. Both men wore jeans and short sleeved t-shirts. Tad’s were more worn than Texas’ and it was her man who held Roux’s attention.

His forearms thick with veins as he hefted a box down from his shoulder and dropped it to the floor before he wiped sweat from his forehead using the hem of his shirt.

Fuck, he was the sexiest man alive. Her body was awake and begging as she went on mentally undressing him. Her and Poppy were sitting at the breakfast bar watching the men move her in.

“The job needed two competent supervisors, here we are.” Poppy sassed Texas, who rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, little girl.” He answered.

On his way by her, Tad tagged her around the neck and brought his mouth to hers. “You good, baby?”

“I’m living with my man, I’m never better. You?”

When Tad was this close to her he always rubbed his thumb over her nose piercing and eyebrow bar. “Mmm. Show you how good I am soon.”

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