Page 35 of Savage Outlaw

“Do yourself a big favor, Butcher, and don’t come back. I’m helping you out right now.” Lied Reno. God, he was such a fucking liar. He was doing nothing but pissing up her leg like he had a right to. She tried to step away closer to the gate, but he caught her around the waist. “Time to fucking go inside I said.” Reno bent his head, put his mouth to her ear. “I can’t hold the prez back any longer, Roux, if you don’t want to see blood spilled, make it clear he has to fucking go…or else.”

The or else put ice into her blood.

“Please, Tad, this isn’t helping either club, is it? You don’t want trouble for theSoulsany more than we do.”

TheDiabloswould lose against them. That much she knew. They held the country in the palm of their lucrative hands. Those men behind her might be pissing her off right now, but family was family and she loved them. She’d do anything for them.

Even break her own heart again.

“Come on,” tugged Reno and she allowed him.

She hurt herself by hurting Tad when his eyes took it all in.

“She’s told you, Butcher, now fuck off.”

“Say that to me again, you rat, and I’ll make you choke on your own tongue.” Issued the man she adored. Her blood was burning her skin because she could feel the animosity rising. Pictures behind her lids of the day he nearly died. She wouldn’t ever see him that way again.Never.

He stared at her and she stared back, unable to say what she wanted to.

She felt like Romeo and Juliet. Two factions of warring families. Though theSoulswere not their enemies, this man was, and her dad would never allow it.

When he roared his bike, the pipes throaty and loud, she almost didn’t hear Tad’s next words as he screeched the tires and swung the bike around in a donut formation.

The need for him was monstrous inside her.

“Only gotta say the words, Roux.”

And then he took off in a cloud of smoke.

He took every piece of her Juliet soul with him.

She knocked Reno’s hand away and scowled bitterly at his smiling face. “Touch me again and I’ll poison you in your sleep.”

He chuckled, amused. “You’re welcome, princess. I stopped a war.”

Yeah, right.

The battle was still ongoing, and she walked back toward it.

TEN

“A woman does not win a cold war by being unaware of her surroundings.” - Marianna

She’d ripped out his fucking heart.

If there were ever a point that he was committing to getting over Roux Tucker, seeing another man’s arm curled around her waist, declaring a unity of their fucking engagement, that should be it.

That should be the moment of exit.

Then why was he still thinking about her? Seeing thatimpossiblelook in her eyes. As though she’d wanted to scramble the gate, climb onto the back of his bike, and leave for good.

She was not happy with that clown slinking up to her, no fucking way. He’d seen Roux happy and that wasn’t it.

What the fuck was going on?

Right as the next question came into his mind, Butcher was pushed back, and his head checked in to what he was doing. He took a better hold of the hanging punching back while Tag nailed it with kick after kick.

“Take a break,” he told Tag after another round. The sweat was pouring down his face. Butcher pushed the bag away and hooked up a bottle and towel, handing both over. “You’re gonna burn out before Saturday.”

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