Page 13 of Savage Outlaw

He never knew what to do with a sweet, shy girl. This woman had so much fire he was tempted to stick his fingers deep into the flames and enjoy the burn.

“I bet,” he smirked. Watching her lips turn from the scowl into a little grin that transformed her face into something that stole the breath out of Butcher. “It’s not bad, I can get it fixed in an hour. You wanna follow me to the garage?”

Her perfect brow popped up and she jutted out her hip so fucking sassily he felt his jeans tighten. Man, when had he ever wanted to maul a woman with his mouth this fast? Never. He liked to chase, to sample taste and then came the mauling. But this woman had him thinking immoral things on top of the hood of her busted Jeep.

“Sure, I’ll stand meekly while you kill me too.” She said and Butcher burst out laughing. He reached into his back pocket and brought out his wallet attached to the chain. He flipped open his ID and showed her his name, address.

“Thaddeus? You do not look like a Thaddeus.”

“Yeah, blame my dad for that one, he thought that shit was funny.”

“Don’t tell me you have a brother called Judas?”

This chick was quick. He liked that a lot.

“Only child. You can call me Butcher. And you are?”

“Roux.” He wished she’d offered out a hand so he could touch her.

Because that wasn’t fucking creepy at all, man.

He got his thoughts under control, even when it became clear that she was checking him out in a way that got his skin sensitive.

“Where is this garage?”

“Not far, the Renegade Souls compound.”

Her features altered. It was slight and masked in the next second, but Butcher caught it and wondered why. They had reputations,sure. But they weren’t dangerous to women.

“You work there?” She asked, biting on her lip. She cranked her head to the side, watching him like she was seeing him for the first time all over again. This time with the skin of his brotherhood on him.

Butcher loved being a Renegade Souls, he would never deny that shit to anyone because it wouldn’t be true.

Did he get tail because of who he was? Absolutely. This might be the first time ever since he got patched in that a woman was hesitant because of that association.

“I’m patched in, babe.” He opened his jacket slightly to show her his patch on the front of his cut. Her eyes came back up to his and he felt a swallow stick in his throat.

Was she scared? Fuck. He backed up. “You can stay in your car, I’ll get one of my boys out here to load it up, you wanna call someone?”

“No, it’s fine, I can follow you there.”

“You’re safe, babe, yeah? I’m only gonna get your car fixed.”

She sent him the hottest fucking smile he’d ever seen, and some of her confidence oozed back onto her face. “I know where you live, Thaddeus.” She then snapped a picture of him and walked up to his Raptor and took a picture of the license plate.

Smart and beautiful.Damn, he might like this woman.

“I’m not saying I don’t trust you, biker, but I’ve sent those pics to my friend and they’ll expect to hear from me in an hour.”

Butcher grinned, inclining his head. “Smart and beautiful.”

“Oh, please.” She rolled her pretty eyes and slipped back into her car but not before he saw her eyes checking him out again.

The journey was quick, and she pulled in alongside him. Her smile was gone when she climbed out and sent her gaze around the large courtyard.

He didn’t want her nervous, not at all. Not because of him or his club. He had intentions of getting this woman’s number as soon as he got her car looked over.

“Can I get the keys, babe?”

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