Page 29 of Savage Outlaw

“So, we agreed?” He caught Rider saying and Butcher blinked, seeing the boys nodding. Fuck, he’d missed it.

He’d lost his head last night, no question about it.

Roux did that to him.

She was worse than any heroin directly to the vein, she fucked with every part of his body.

“Snake and Preacher are gonna head to Arizona this weekend. With the latest raids, Esme-Jo is getting antsy about this month’s supply.” Butcher had never met the drug cartel queen face to face, but he’d heard how formidable she was. No one would guess by looking at her that she ran the Midwest drug scene. She was exclusive to the RSMC nowadays for green. They didn’t buy the hard shit and never would.

“Grinder, you still got that guy in your sights?”

“Yeah, Prez.” Answered the club tracker. “He flew under the radar for a while, but I got word he’s in Vegas.”

Debts owed to theSoulswere always collected. One way or another and no one could hide from Grinder for long.

“Gonna take Luxe with me, make a weekend of it,” he smirked.

“What’s the little wifey gonna steal while she’s there?” Chimed Hawk as his big paw patted his baby girl’s back gently. She let out a massive burp.

Grinder smirked at the VP. His wife was a notorious thief and hadn’t changed her ways since hooking up to G. Nor would the guy want her to. He often helped her hock cars. “Whatever the fuck she wants to, VP. Stealing gets her juiced, ya dig? I’m not gonna pass up on that shit.”

Jobs didn’t need to be assigned unless it’s for the prospects, but it’s good to know where someone was gonna be. Especially now they were down the enforcer.

His mind drifting to Roux again. He tasted her still, feeling her hot pussy—greedy as ever, clasping his dick.

He was so pissed she’d taken off after all that fucking bliss.

He knew he was going to track her down, sit her little butt somewhere she couldn’t easily escape.

If she were hooked to someone else, if she’d accepted their ring, why the fuck was she breaking into his house to molest him? Didn’t the new guy’s dick work?

Holy fuck. The moment the question was in his head, he could have smashed the whole sacred church apart with his bare hands. The thought was so abhorrent to him picturing her with anyone but him, that he wanted to commit murder.

“Whoa, the Butcher is growling, I guess he doesn’t want to count numbers.” Laughed Tag. Butcher blinked. “What?”

“Rider was asking who wanted to do this month’s tally.”

“Not it.” he answered.

He didn’t mind dealing with the injuries the boys came home with. Sometimes something minor, a cut from working in the shop, a sprained ankle. Sometimes worse things, but he would rather sand his nuts than have to deal with numbers.

That would be Texas’ job until Rider assigned the treasurer patch to someone else. It was Capone, the unluckiest of them all who spoke. “Presidente, you know we’re all thinking it,sí? It’s been a year and more, and we still don’t have a new treasurer.”

Rousing grumbles traveled around the table.

No one liked dealing with the numbers but they all loved getting their cut of the massiveSoulsprofits. Office shit had become too much for Zara. The prez also hated it which in turn made him a moody fuck.

Texas took a bullet meant for Rider, keeping their prez alive long enough to get him operated on. When he’d stupidly taken on Grigori, opinions on Texas had started to shift. It would always be a sore point how he’d fed info to his cop brother instead of sharing his plan with the club. But the reasons behind it were never malicious. One after the other, the boys started to question whether their voting him out had been the best decision.

Butcher included.

They all missed him, and the once hostility was no longer there, not after he all but gave his life for a brother. TheSoulsadvanced enough to know mistakes happened and to make them right. They were all at Texas’ wedding and he held a perma-invite to the parties. The old ladies, far as Butcher could tell, had claimed Poppy too.

“Me and Hawk will discuss it,” Rider said. “And we’ll put it to a vote.”

“My vote is already yes.” Grinder said. And was quickly followed by a few others.

“Well, fuck me. Looks like we don’t need a talk, Hawk.”

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