Page 28 of Savage Outlaw

But the kind where everyone was set on fire and no one was happy.

Cinderella got the guy and a goat. All Roux got was a crappy cup of takeout coffee.

The orgasms last night made up for it though.

Yeah, they’d been more than alright.

The weird turns her life was taking, god knows what would happen on next week’s episode.

EIGHT

“Spiraling.” – Arson

Arson was late to the church table.Again.

Everyone noticed.

Rider especially. But seeing as their Prez was in a good mood these past few months, what with having a new son, Zane. And finally getting a ring on his girl, plus getting rid of the Russian mafia, not much made him blow up.

Butcher noted the tick in Rider’s jaw as he watched Arson slink deep into his chair.

Butcher smelled the booze on him.

“Now all the princesses have arrived, we can get this meeting underway,” announced Rider from the head of the table.

What made this different to another church was Preacher holding his sleeping son, Tanner. Hawk, as always, had his baby girl over his shoulder. She was a nosy little peanut and liked to look around the room at everyone, throwing out gummy smiles. She was the complete opposite of her daddy, but the pair were inseparable. If Hawk could have his girls with him, he did, but Gia was working today.

The Renegade Souls MC had evolved over the past few years. With old ladies and kids. Though the club environment was as much as it always was, it now included their families. Butcher liked having the new editions around. Gia and Winter were funny, Paige was their peace keeper. Zara was bossy in a tiny sweet package and Luxe was good to banter with because she had a fiery temper that could blow at any second. This amused Grinder no end.

Thinking of the old ladies, he needed to book with Ruby to give him some new ink.

“Juicy is heading home today from Texas. After spending a week with Rex, the kid is gonna need some down time.”

“Booze and dicks.” Preacher chuckled and everyone joined in.

“Not it to supply the dick,” said Tag, then turned his cerulean colored eyes toward Snake with a sly smirk. “Though talk is around these parts, our Juicy has his eyes on someone very close to Snake.”

This caused a riot of stares hitting Tag from across the table. It was too easy to fuck with the joker. “That asshole is not getting near Bale, end of fucking story.”

Every man around the table had their limits. That place they could approach, not cross, and stay sane. Keep within a murderous perimeter, but cross it? And it was game on, fucker. Snake was protective as hell over his brothers, god help Juicy if he really had taken a fancy to the younger West boy.

Butcher’s limit was now and always the woman who’d stolen out of his bed this morning. He couldn’t think about Roux yet, not unless he wanted to grind his teeth to dust.

She’d pissed him off by sneaking out as easily as she’d sneaked in.

She’d been raspy and airy underneath him all night, demanding things from his dick he was more than happy to supply.

Seeing her on the street, feeling her climb into his bed, slipping her naked body over his, there was no decision to make if he was going to fuck a taken woman.

For Roux, those kinds of morals didn’t apply. They never would.

Arson was the man who slipped into any woman’s bed, whether she was married or not. Butcher never liked that flavor even before he met Roux, but now? He had no qualms because they both knew who she belonged to. No other ring would convince him otherwise.

But the way she left him like that stuck in his craw.

He’d had shit to say.

Got dicked and left, made him more than mad to hunt her little ass down and punish her in the way she’d love.

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