Page 121 of Savage Outlaw

Texas had more than confirmed he was aSouls; he almost gave his life for a brother and he did it with no ulterior motives other than to save Rider’s life.

He deserved his patch back.

The boys wanted him around the table again.

“I think we made him mute.” Joked Snake.

“I don’t get it.” Texas spoke then. “I thought I was out for good?”

It was then that Hawk pushed his chair back and took the slow walk to Texas. He had leather in his hands.

Preacher took the coat from Texas’ back and then retook his seat.

“You want to wear your patch again, brother?” Hawk asked with his usual gruff, holding out the leather cut with the Treasurer patch sewn into the front. Beneath that was their Colorado chapter and underneath it read one percenter.

“Fuck.” Texas croaked, emotion kicking up his voice.

Everyone started to grin and then they banged knuckles on the table.

“It was unanimous, brother.” Rider input.

“Fuck,” repeated Texas. “Yeah, I want it.” He said with a strong tone, meeting the ice eyes of the VP who quirked the side of his lip, which was as close to a smile as Hawk got.

“Put your fucking dress on and let’s get this party started.” Shouted Preacher.

Texas laughed and turned so Hawk could slip the cut on his shoulders.

Everyone erupted into applause.

Hawk clapped Texas on the shoulder. It was Rider who embraced Texas first and then the fucker was passed around like a party favor.

“Welcome home, brother.” Butcher congratulated with a huge back slap and bro-hug.

It was a good day for theSouls.

And it was gonna get better as soon as he went home to his woman.

When he stepped through the door a few hours later, more than merry after celebrating with the boys, he was all smiles for his Roux.

Something told Butcher his woman didn’t get the happy memo when she glared at him, slamming the kitchen cabinet with force.

Butcher’s eyebrows hit his hair.

Looked like his Roux was in a bad mood.

Well he had the perfect dick to fix that.

He smirked and started to shrug out of his jacket.

“Hey, Cookie.”

“Don’t you hey Cookie me!” She snapped, thundering by him.

Butcher was still trying to mentally catch up with what the fuck was going on. She’d been more than happy when he’d left the house earlier, she’d even sent him a dirty text before he’d stepped into church.

“What crawled up your ass, baby?”

His Roux had a temper, he loved every fierce inch of her. But it was rare to ever see her flappable … and scared.

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