Page 21 of Savage Outlaw

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“Things that go bang in the night.” - Butcher

“He’s a toad.” Proclaimed Poppy vehemently.

For a sweet girl it was pretty badass of her. Her tipsy voice rose over the bar and had a few hardened criminal type men looking their way.

“He’s the slime on a toad. No, he’s the slimy pimple on a toad.”

Roux’s friend seemed so pleased with the put down that Roux chuckled.

“Your shit talking needs some work, Cinderella.”

“I know. That’s what Tait says.” God save Roux from Poppy who blushed every time she mentioned her man’s name. They were in love and it was cute but give her a break. “But sometimes, someoneisa down and dirty toad.”

This was true.

Tad though? He was far from a toad.

He’d been a rogue Prince Charming, coming to her rescue when he wrecked her car, despite his claims even to this day, itwasall his fault. He was a dark knight in leather and charm, and he’d ruined her for all men.

Bigger badasses had tried to win Roux’s attention and failed miserably. Because ofhim.

She wished he did resemble a toad.

Enough bitching to Poppy, she swallowed a sip of her drink and pushed Tad to the back of her mind.

“Is Reno still insisting you’re engaged?”

Ugh.

Another contention of her irritation.

Her family had gone crazy.

Axel Tucker, declaring to the entire damn club that she was engaged to Reno, nearly sent her into a flying fit. She hadn’t spoken to either man since, not that Reno let up. He called and tried to make dinner plans, wanting to know where she was. He whistled at her through the club like she was a dog to come to heel. She threw up her middle finger and ignored him.

What the hell they were up to she didn’t know, but she didn’t like being used as a pawn. Her dad would figure out how not cool this was when she packed her bags and moved out. He’d probably whine about who would cook his dinner and make sure the cable got paid. Tough for him. Her dad was the biggest bastard in the world, but for Roux, he was a giant teddy bear.

Well he was, until he chained her to a complete moron, after twenty-one years of telling any biker that if they so much as breathed near her, they’d lose their cock and balls.

“I’m ignoring him.”

“Which one is he again? The broody one?” Poppy sipped daintily from a bottle. After the drugging incident she only drank from closed bottles now. Roux bet Texas was at home pacing waiting for Poppy to get home. He’d become a gorilla protector even worse than before.

“No, that’s his twin, Ruin.”

The pair were almost a carbon copy of each other, apart from their personalities which were day and night. Plus, Ruin didn’t speak. At all. Sometimes to his twin, but only if no one else was around to hear him. Roux couldn’t even remember what Ruin’s voice sounded like, she assumed it was like Reno’s but couldn’t say for sure.

He didn’t scare Roux, but his demeanor didn’t give her warm fuzzy feelings either. He had invisible barb wire around his surface, and he wore it as a warning to stay the fuck away. She’d speculated if it were only Reno keeping his twin stable, like if Reno was not around, Ruin would go terrorist on himself and self-destruct.

She’d wear Reno’s ring the day her dad came home with a pet cow.

Speaking of.

“Is Texas still claiming he’s getting rid of the goat?”

Poppy beamed. “He talks a lot of crap for a man who gets out of bed at 2 a.m. to take Glenn Coco to potty. They’re at home now, Glenn is snuggling on Tait’s feet.”

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