Page 107 of Savage Outlaw

A warm, gorgeous body curled into his back; her arms came around to his belly as she settled to sleep again.

“Yeah, what is it?” He croaked, rubbing a hand down his tired face.

Looking at the clock showed it was only 3:23 a.m. Fucks sake. Couldn’t his boys get injured at a reasonable time? It was probably a prospect, those knucklefucks were always getting into fights and expecting Butcher to sew them back up.

“It’s Axel. Whatever you do, don’t let my girl know it’s me.”

The seriousness of the voice on the other end brought Butcher through the last vestiges of sleep and he shifted his legs out of bed. They’d had an amazing few weeks. Of course, something had to ruin it.

“Where you going?” Roux mumbled; her face pressed into his pillow, she always liked to roll into his warm spot. He’d discovered she slept like the dead. It took a tow truck and a lot of persuasion to get her out of bed, it was going to work for him right now. “Just out here, Cookie, go back to sleep.”

Soon as his feet hit the kitchen and he closed the door he asked, “What’s going on and do I need to get my girl out of here?”

“My house was firebombed tonight; the whole back of the fucking house is gone.”

Shit.

“You hurt?”

“Nah, I wasn’t here. About to go deal with this dipshit Mexican once and for all. I need you to make sure Roux is safe, don’t want them going after her to get to me.”

While Axel laid it out for him, Butcher was already unlocking his wall safe in the den. He took out his hand gun and laid it on the table, he kept it loaded for convenience, but it was never out of that safe usually.

“Keep in touch.”

“I will,” agreed Axel. “Try to hold her there, right? She can’t come here.”

Butcher agreed. The second the call dropped he made his way back to the bedroom, where he pulled out an overnight bag and started to fill it with clothes for him and Roux.

She was still passed out. A small bundle in their bed and he hated to wake her, but he wanted her somewhere impenetrable. Once he dropped the bag at the front door with his truck keys, he slipped into the clothes he tossed onto the floor when they got home from a meal in Denver last night. Only once his boots were on did he sit on the side of the bed and kiss Roux awake.

“You’re an animal, we’ll do more sex in the morning,” she groaned and found his chest to burrow into. Butcher chuckled to himself. If he had the time he probably would, because she smelled fucking incredible, and he loved her when she was this soft and sleepy.

Her eyes came open though and she looked up at him while she fingered his shirt. “Why are you dressed, do you need to go to the club, is someone hurt?”

“No, baby, but we do have to go. Come on, let’s get you dressed.”

“What? Go where? It’s late.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course, I do. What’s going on?”

Butcher pressed his lips to hers and felt her soften though it was Roux who pulled back. “Tad? What’s happening?”

“It’s a lockdown, baby. We don’t have much time; can you throw some clothes on? I already packed us an overnight bag.”

“An overnight bag?” She was drowsy, but she climbed from the bed. Naked and beautiful. His gut tightened because she was gonna be pissed and upset when she found out the reason, but that would be when he had her behind the locked gates of his compound.

One thing he’d always agree with Axel on and that was keeping Roux safe.

“How long are we gonna be there for?”

“Not long.”

The best part of Roux having grown up in a biker environment, she didn’t need pandering to. She understood when a situation was serious. Because she kissed his shoulder, yawned, and started to pull on a pair of patterned leggings and a sleeveless shirt that slit all the way down the front to show a fantastic cleavage.

“No bra, baby?” He groaned with want in his voice and watched her slit her eyes. The smile on his ugly mug came naturally.

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