Page 12 of Savage Outlaw

He could never regret the feelings for her.

It was instant as it was shocking.

Some would call it insanity.

Butcher had his fair share of women over the years, in all varieties. He had a couple of stable relationships in his early twenties, but no one held a candle to her. It was as though she’d ripped everyone else out of his existence and left it like confetti at his feet.

Those lavender eyes owned him now as they did four years ago.

Where it all fucking started.

She became the starring role of his misery and his awakening.

He didn’t know at the time it was with a little girl too damn young for his tongue or his hands. But that night, four years ago, Roux Tucker crashed into his life and demanded everything from him.

It almost led to his death, but he’d do it over and over and over.

She only had to demand it from him again.

FOUR

“Damned by a cookie.” - Butcher

Four years ago

When a Ford Raptor comes into contact with a Jeep, it’s the Jeep that’s worse off.

Luckily for Butcher, the vehicle that backed into him only gave him a slight jolt.

He put his truck in park and slid out to check the damage. As he thought, barely a scratch on the black paintwork, so he set his eyes on the driver of the Jeep and he nearly lost his fucking tongue.

She was beautiful.

And scowling at him.

Walking around the Jeep, the headlight would need replacing, and a bit of damage to the paintwork. She fared okay too for her Mario Karting. He strode back to the driver’s side and knocked on the window. It whirled down. And he was hit with twin violet eyes. Lust, dark and solid grabbed hold of Butcher by the throat.

“You okay?” He asked her. She didn’t look hurt, but he wasn’t such a dickhead that he’d leave without making sure she was fine.

Without warning, the door swung open and about took out his ability to ever have kids one day. If not for his quick feet making him move. And the goddess stepped down. With her heeled boots that rode up to her knees over skintight jeans, she came up to his shoulder and made Butcher’s mouth water.

“Didn’t you see me? You practically mowed me down.” She hissed and the burst of temper had one side of his mouth quirking.

The spitfire had spunk.

She again bowled him over when she pushed by him to survey the damage for herself. She set his gut on fire with her gorgeous frown. Butcher crossed his ankles and leaned his arm on top of her Jeep.

“You backed into me, I was stationary, it’s not like my truck can hide. Were you on your phone?”

She looked college age—early twenties at least.

“I was not on the phone,” she gasped, eyes narrowed, hands on her slim hips. Butcher didn’t hide the fact he liked what he was looking at when he roamed his eyes down her long body. She was glowering when he reached her face. “Don’t worry about it, I know a garage that can fix this little dent you caused.”

She groaned and looked to the sky. “My dad is going to kill me for wrecking another car.”

He arched a brow. “Another?”

“That wasn’t my fault either,” she insisted. Ah, man, she was perfect.

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