Page 39 of Savage Outlaw

“I was totally a great wingman, wasn’t I?”

“Didn’t know you had it in you, Cinderella.” remarked Roux.

She was in a fan-fucking-tastic mood. Winning big at a card table in Denver meant she now had the down payment for an apartment.

“Are there any Nerds left? Toss them over.”

“I don’t know how you eat them, they’re so sour.”

Roux threw a handful into her mouth and sucked around the candy. “I like sour things.”

“Is that why you’re always kissing the biker, hmm? The Renegade Souls biker not … you know, the one you’re betrothed to…” her friend chuckled.

Roux felt her face fill with heat.

Over drinks this week, she’d confessed to Poppy the actual realness of her relationship or lack thereof with Tad and what was going on with Reno the dickhead.

“I will throw you out of this car at high speed, Cinders.” She sort of threatened without meaning it. “I am not fucking betrothed to anyone and Tad doesn’t taste sour.” He was spice and addiction.

Over the years, she’d been selfishly glad she never heard about Tad having a girlfriend. As much as she wore her blasé attitude, knowing someone else was tasting his kiss would have gutted her open.

It was well known that bikers gossip. Oh, those idiots never called it that, but they swapped news about rival clubs like they were exchanging nerd cards. So, she listened out whenever theSouls’name were mentioned. Her breath stopped in her chest if the gossip was about Tad.

“What are you going to do about them both?”

“Reno? Not a thing. What they gonna do, drag me down the aisle? It’s ridiculous.”

“Knowing your dad… and how I met you all, eh yeah, he just might, Roux.”

Yeah, it was a possibility Axel would force her hand.Literally. Screw them all. She had the money now to be independent and not depend on her dad. He never wanted her to gamble, said it brought trouble. She could have won big for the club many times, but he refused to accept her help. If he didn’t want her to be a hotshot gambler then he never should have perched her on his knee at four years old and taught her how to play Black Jack.

“I think it’s romantic.” sighed Poppy, pulling apart blue cotton candy before shoving it into her mouth. Roux gave her a sarcastic side glance. “Well it is! Two hot bikers fighting over you.”

Roux snorted. “Reno is a dickhead who goes along with orders from my father, I’d bet my hair that he has no real interest in me other than following the prez’s directive. And Tad … yeah, he isn’t fighting for me at all.”

“You want him to, yeah?”

Oh, that sneaky bitch getting her to admit things.

She sighed, taking the turning to drop Poppy off at home. Her teeth whittling the corner of her lip. Did she want him to fight for her?

The desire and want for a lot of things lately have become a blur to Roux.

What she knew was, she’d like the option to fight together.

She knew Tad wanted her physically. That much was obvious the way they tore into each other at any opportunity. Sadly, not enough for her liking.

But more than that? She had no idea if he’d want her for his old lady.

She fucking hatedfeelings. It felt so female and weak. Her mother left because of weakness and Roux always swore she’d never turn out like that woman.

But wanting Tad was as natural as breathing. It had no off switch.

Once Poppy was inside her building, after her man met her downstairs on the curb with a mouth crushing kiss, Roux started heading out of town back to her house. Only, her Jeep,that little fucker, had other ideas and only minutes later, a few blocks away, pulled up outside of a bungalow.

Yeah, she was a Groundhog Day pervert.

Engine and lights out, Roux’s stomach started to roll as she glanced at the dark house. It was kind of bad timing seeing as there was no Harley parked in the garage.

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