Page 2 of Savage Outlaw

“What you in a mood for, princess? Can’t be work, didn’t you get fired again?”

“Don’t call me that,” she said, entering the kitchen to the heavenly scents of cheese.

He wasn’t wrong. She did get fired.Again.

The seventh job in two years but who’s counting?

It’s not her fault everyone she’s worked for is a degenerate asshole pervert.

She wasn’t suited for an office.

They looked down at the way she dressed.

She knew they first saw her tight clothes and the full sleeve of tattoos. She wore her ink black hair in a high ponytail with half of her head shaved around the side. And then her many piercings adorning her ears and nose. Roux didn’t give the impression of someone hire worthy.

Fuck them, she thought.

Her attire or how she looked shouldn’t even matter.

She’d swallow her boredom and go back to working in the office here. Diving through the shit storm of invoices her dad ignored for months on end. No wonder the club was running in the red.

It wasn’t ideal, she hated it actually, because it meant her dad kept a closer eye on her. He didn’t treat her as a twenty-one year old woman. To Axel, she was the baby girl he raised alone because her mom, a former biker chaser, couldn’t cope with a screaming kid and took off before Roux was out of diapers.

Yeah, she wasn’t forgiving that mom of the year any time soon. The bitch could rot for all she cared.Anyway, moving on.

Tucker’s didn’t forgive easily, and they held a grudge for eternity.

It was one of life’s lessons she’d received from her bossy dad.

She was young, not bratty. Sure, she might be a bit of a handful at times, but what woman wasn’t? She’d grown up around the MC, it meant she matured a long time ago, around men who drank, cavorted, and caused holy hell.

She didn’t aspire to a nine-to-five job. There was something she was good at, but no one approved of her gambling.

“You gonna hold up and talk to me or what? I wanna take you out tonight.”

“No, fuck off,” she said sweet as can be as she took a seat at the long table, already occupied by three men who were feeding their faces. They snickered as Reno sighed, turned on his boots and left.

“Go easy on him,” Chains said, putting a grilled cheese in front of her. He knew her tastes so well. He should, he helped raise her. An odd man, but she loved him anyway. She smiled and said, “nope. Where’s dad?”

“Out,” he answered vaguely.

The club life was a hard one. Violent, turbulent, often dangerous.

She didn’t live at the clubhouse, but she did have a room. The only woman who did.

The only other women through the doors were biker chasers and they came to party. It was nothing new to Roux. Like watching boring TV seeing those chicks sashay in every weekend hoping to fall on a dick and get his property cut.

She’d rather cut off her crown and glory than bethatwoman.

Not for Reno.

Not for anyone.

And not the biker she did want.

But the less thought abouthimthe better.

She munched her way through double helpings of a grilled cheese slathered in jalapeño jam, while Chains did his own eating sitting opposite her.

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