Page 131 of Savage Outlaw

And she never wanted to be someone she wasn’t.

She dressed for the occasion though.

A red dress tight as sin clung to her thighs and curved her butt. Long sleeves and low neckline. It was a dress any bitch would love to wear to a grand affair. She’d teamed it with her scuffed boots and wore all her silver piercings.

She was out to get noticed.

A fact of which both of her favorite men noticed before they’d left to head to Boulder.

“What the hell, Cookie.” Tad exclaimed, his eyes both fury and arousal as he skimmed them over her in a perusal so slow she felt eye-fucked.

“Absolutely not. Go fucking change right now.” Axel said in his dad voice, his arms crossed for good measure.

Roux laughed and ignored them both to grab water from the fridge.

“It’s funny that you finally agree on something.”

“She looks hot. She doesn’t have to change if she doesn’t want to.” Tad changed lanes just to argue with Axel.

These two, she swore they were going to bicker for the rest of forever.

It was nice though. At least they weren’t pulling out guns.

“Thank you both for your unsolicited opinions. When I want fashion advice I’ll ask Poppy. Now if you’ve both stopped scowling, how about we leave so we can get this over with.”

A lot of grumbles from both men but they finally got out of the house and on the road.

Pregnant with a badass biker baby. Now she was sitting at what was the most dangerous table of her gambling life, playing with half a million of someone else’s money.

Good going, Roux.

She never did shit easy.

Of course, she didn’t.

She’d fallen in love with a forbidden man. Now that man was standing in the background with his arms folded watching her. Everything worked out okay there.

This would too.

Verónica Garcia Ruiz was in attendance with a new bodyguard. Roux felt sick for a moment remembering the other guy but soon put her game face on.

She knew several of the men around the table by reputation alone. They were the type of gamblers you wouldn’t want coming to a family dinner.

If Verónica thought she was intimidating Roux with her big bruiser, then she’s sadly mistaken. Roux had two of her own. They’re giving her the space to do what she needs to. But there’s no doubt in her mind Axel and Tad would shoot the place up if even the slightest thing upset her.

Comforted by their presence, but the calm she always felt when she’s gambling came over her. She smiled when Tad placed a hand on the nape of her neck before putting an unopened bottle of soda in front of her. She knew he wouldn’t go far.

A lot of money was already in the middle of the illegal card table.

More was added in the next hour.

Five of the high rollers fell out.

There’s a high from winning and also from losing. The adrenaline coursed through Roux’s veins even though the risks were elevated.

She didn’t want to be here. It was possibly the first card game she was already bored with. Roux trusted that Tad took care of the picture with his hacker, she didn’t need to be here doing Verónica’s bidding. The other woman thought she had Roux over a barrel. She was young, not dim-witted. This card game was to show her you don’t fuck with a Tucker.

“You sure?” Her dad had asked for the tenth time before they entered the small makeshift casino behind a restaurant. She’d told him yes.

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