Page 115 of Savage Outlaw

Butcher chuckled, putting his hand over her mouth before she offered a fight to the death to his recovering brother in arms.

“We’re gonna go, but if you’re not resting, come by the house for dinner.” At the door he turned to Tag, “Oh, and tell the little Russian, if she’s changing your dressing, to use the alcohol wipes.” He gave Tag a knowing side glance.

“What Russian woman?” Asked Roux when they were outside.

“He has a Russian working for him, he says there’s nothing between them.”

“Is there?”

“No clue. But his hero complex gets him involved with the wrong kind of woman, she was associated with thebratvaboss.” Again, it came in handy that he didn’t have to dumb shit down for Roux.

She snorted and lifted her chin so he could tighten the helmet strap. “Some would say the same about me.”

“And they’d be fucking wrong,” he grinned. “You’re a handful, but you’re my handful.”

“You’re so lucky to have me, Thaddeus. Bet you’re thanking your lucky stars I came along that day when you shoved me off the road.”

Oh, her little smirk did some shit to his heart and his dick. Both aching and jumping around to get at her, but that would have to wait, seeing as they were on a busy street. He settled for a possessive kiss where she drove her tongue into his mouth and sent his dick directly up against the inside of his zipper.

She was looking pleased with herself when they parted.

“How did I ever think you were sweet?”

“That was your first mistake.” She boasted and made him laugh.

He had a grip of her neck when Rider and Capone strode out of the gym and headed to their bikes. “Was he in there?” He asked Rider and the Prez nodded. “He’s coming by tomorrow.”

“Was he suspicious?”

Rider smirked and swung his leg over his big hog, starting the beast up. “Nah.”

Capone followed suit. “We need something good,sí?”

Butcher agreed.

Club profits were up this month, it still stunk they’d lost their enforcer and now Tag’s injury.

Not to mention Arson disappearing more and more. No one had seen him for days and even then it was fleeting. He hadn’t come to church or the cookout the other night.

“Butcher,” Capone jutted his chin in parting as his bike roared to life and then his brother set his dark eyes to Roux and flashed her a Latin grin. “chica salvaje.”

Butcher half-grinned because he’d called Roux awild girl.

It fit her completely.

Now he had to suck back all his sarcasm because he was taking Roux to see her dad.

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“You ever keep anything like this from me again, I’ll shave you bald in your sleep, dad.”

Roux ruined her threat the moment she saw Axel by throwing herself into his arms. She didn’t cry, but it was close.

Behind her, Tad chuckled. “She’s big on threats. She nearly castrated one of my prospects.”

“That’s my girl.” Axel smiled. “You okay?”

She nodded as he kissed her forehead. “What about you?”

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