Page 114 of Savage Outlaw

Their short affairs lasted as long as a breath sometimes and stayed with Roux for months afterward. Now they could leisurely stake their claim on each other and know it was going to last.

So that’s what they did. With claws and bites and soft, lovely kisses.

All night long until he cleaned her up and got her snuggled into their bed.

Everything else was white noise.

She was with Thaddeus and for Roux, that meant life was more than good.

THIRTY-ONE

“The prince is no longer charming.” - Tag

The booming sounds of hip hop music greeted them.

Butcher, with Roux’s hand in his, along with Rider and Capone ambled into Tag’s gymCharming Souls. The place took up a whole block and was busy as it always was. Tag, in a short time, had built the beginnings of a sports empire.

“Wow, this is pretty fancy,” Roux remarked. In her other hand she was carrying a paper sack of takeout food they’d brought for Tag.

The idiot had only been out of hospital for a few days with strict instructions for bed rest but there he was in the office. He finished on the call when they all barged in unannounced.

“Is that food?” He sniffed the air. “What did you bring me?” He couldn’t smile as Prince Charming usually would because of the gauze pad covering his cheek where they’d fixed the crumbled bones beneath. The rest of the swelling and bruising on his face was almost healed.

“Spring rolls, wonton soup and some carrot cake brownies.” Roux announced, placing the sack on the table in front of him. The goodies came from Paige’s store, she made cake like it was sprinkled with crack. Butcher didn’t get it, not being a sweet tooth kind of man but whenever Reaper brought her bakes to the club, it ended up in Butcher’s mouth. And aside from Roux’s pussy, it was the second best thing he’d ever tasted.

“Fuck yeah, thanks.” Tag said.

It was Butcher who stepped around the desk while the other two boys fist bumped and then threw themselves down on the office couch. “You’re meant to be at home resting,” he told the fighter who was already crunching through the egg rolls. “When did you have your dressing changed last?”

“My ass is sitting in a chair, that’s resting, brother.”

“When?”

“Don’t fuss, mom. It was looked at last night.” His eyes switched to the doorway and Butcher turned to see the Russian woman looking in as if she’d been about to enter, before she hurried off.

“Let me take a look at your stitches.”

Tag craned back his neck and let Butcher do his thing. “Don’t see you by here often, Prez, getting a workout in so you fit in your penguin suit?”

It was good to hear Prince Charming joking again. A few days after the fight, it was uncertain if he’d even see again, he’d been down as no one had ever seen him before. As of today, his vision was still hazy and he couldn’t ride yet.

Butcher finished up and replaced the dressing pack on the side of his face. Tag was gonna be left with one gnarly scar big enough to scare kids but thank fuck their brother was not dead. “Thanks, man.” Tag said, giving him a fist bump before he dove into the soup.

“Looking for Texas.” Rider answered, “Has he been in?”

“I think he’s here now, talked to him an hour or so ago before he headed for the weights.”

“I’ll take a look.” The Prez headed out, Capone was busy on his phone and Roux stuck to his side. He liked having her around his boys, seeing how she interacted. His Roux was not shy in the least. She’d earned the boys respect by not being a shrinking violet, giving as good as she got with banter.

Most of theSoulsboys had traits and being around them a lot, you got to know them pretty quick what they were. Tag earned the monocle of Prince Charming because of his reputation with the chicks. He charmed the panties off any woman within a ten mile radius. What he was also known for was being one step down from Snake on how unfiltered he got. So as he finished his food, his gaze pinned Butcher holding Roux close.

“So this a thing then, you two?”

“Nah, just taking him out for a walk,” Roux piped in before Butcher could, and he burst out laughing, squeezing her bad girl ass. She’d pay for that later. “He followed me home and now I can’t get rid of him.”

This woman was his true match.

“Finally got your girl,” Tag winked at Butcher. “Happy for you, brother. Not sure if you need commiserations for having Axel as a father in law though.”

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