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So would Roux.

She’d gambled on a Savage … the house didn’t win this time. Roux did.

“Hey, Cookie?”

“Yeah?”

“I get to tell your dad.”

She dissolved into a fit of laughter over his bare lap.

“You are evil.”

Evil.

Savage.

All hers.

THIRTY-SEVEN

“Who said a punch for good luck?” - Butcher

Flames crawled up to the night sky, at least ten feet tall.

The bonfire was too close to the warehouse to Butcher’s reckoning, but it wasn’t his clubhouse, so he didn’t care if it caught fire.

He was comfortable, drinking a beer with Roux on his lap, ignoring the skeptical glances he was receiving from everyDiablosat their party. They were lucky he was still in his clothes with the way his pregnant woman was grinding down on his dick.

The witch knew what she was doing too with the little side glances she sent him.

She was in for it when he got her home. Butcher had a taste to see her bent over the back of the couch while he watched himself feed his cock into her tight body.

Great. And now he was hard.

Tonight was the first time he was interacting with theDiablosas her man. He had to play nice, not turn into a deviant by dragging her into a corner so he could maul her.

Roux was not helping his resolve.

She ground a little more even as she shot the shit with Chains. “That’s horseshit. You can’t compare Rambo to Terminator. One is a fucking robot from the future.”

The VP who was around Axel’s age, maybe a few years older, snorted and pointed his bottle at Roux. “Rambo is realistic.”

“Dude, robots are gonna be the future, wait until one is chasing your old ass down. You’ll cry like a little pussy.”

Chains rolled his eyes, tipped up a bottle to his lips. He had two club girls hanging off both arms scantily dressed and looking for fun. “Girlie, had you on my lap when you were no bigger than a flea when we first watched Terminator. When it finished you told me you thought Skynet should win because robot people were so much cooler.” Butcher grinned at the story as Roux laughed. “Told your daddy then you were an evil little shit.” The VP said with affection.

“Taught by the best,” she boasted.

There was always gonna be a very divided invisible line between both clubs.

It was something he was very cognizant of going into this with Roux.

He would do what he wanted regardless as long as it suited him and Roux. That’s what mattered to Butcher. But one day soon, Axel would be his father in law, it made sense to try and get along with the guy. They both loved Roux more than anything, it was a good meeting ground if nothing else.

He had to try with them.

Not fucking Reno, that bastard was forever on Butcher’s shit list. He’d rather go for a pedicure with the mute Ruin before he broke bread with his shithead twin brother.

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