Page 133 of Savage Outlaw

Her dad took her other shoulder and she realized what a lucky girl she was to have them both. “You did great, kiddo.”

“Thank yo—”

“But for the love of my sanity, you think you can stay away from the tables for a while?”

Hmph. So much for his praise. Did he realize what skill it took to actuallyloselike that?

“Yes, she will.” The man of her dirty dreams answered for her and Roux scowled at him, giving her own reply. “We’ll see.” She’d already decided to give it a break, but it didn’t do well for them to think they were bossing her around.

She was in charge of this family, and they’d have to learn that damn fast.

Axel took off for his bike when he was outside leaving her in the arms of a man who felt like fire when he dropped his head.

Lips met in the middle.

“To my club?” He asked against her mouth and Roux nodded, a little dazed with his taste. It was only when he helped her into the truck that he grinned at her and took her hand, laying it on his thigh. “My smart Cookie. Swear to god, you didn’t even pop a sweat.”

“Whereas you were pacing like a frantic papa.” She grinned. “It wasn’t my first rodeo.”

“Fucks sake, you were playing with a cartel bitch’s money.” He sounded so proud of her that she felt sixty feet tall.

“I wasn’t letting that bitch win. If she’d approached me with a genuine business offer, I would have won money for her…for a price. But fuck her. I hope he cuts her allowance or whatever a pampered wife gets.”

Fuck her. Roux had played a ruse from the moment she knew she’d have to sit at a high stake table for the blackmailing bitch.

No one gets anything over a Tucker.

Not when she can play better than anyone else.

They pulled up to theSoulscompound.

“Looking for my old lady?” Asked Grinder as he strode out of the entryway as they got there. He had a half grin on his beard face.

“Yeah,” she answered.

“She’s inside.” He slapped hands with Tad. Roux left them there and headed in. She found the Latina woman sitting at the bar talking to Jed, who she liked a lot. He slid her a beer and she smiled at him, hopping up on the stool.

She had a long black ponytail much like Roux’s, only she wore hers with a blue bandana holding her hair from her face. Wearing a black zipper playsuit with a glint of diamonds on her hand and ears.

The women have had several conversations since Roux became official with Tad. The woman in front of her was loud, moody, she swore a lot in Spanish, usually at her husband who got off on it. Roux liked Luxe from day one.

“You check your account?” She asked, sipping on a clear drink.

It was the first thing Roux had done on the drive home. The money Luxe had won at the card game was now in Roux’s account, minus her share. The two women lifted their drinks and clinked. “Nice doing crime with you, Roux.”

“Same.” She put the beer bottle down without drinking.

“Not drinking? The guys will want to celebrate.”

“Wish I could, but I’m pregnant.” Roux said, not sure why she shared their secret with Luxe, but it felt good to say those words.

“Yeah?” Luxe smiled. “Me too. Congrats.”

“You too.”

There was going to be a few biker kids born at the same time, she realized. Little gang in the making.

It was then a hand slid down her back from behind and a mouth so sinful she shivered appeared at her neck. He kissed her a few times. “Hey, Luxe.” He greeted, then accepted the beer bottle Roux offered him. “You wanna hang here a while, baby, or go home?”

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