Page 43 of Savage Outlaw

She really needed her own place.

“You know the bullshit going on, so fucking yes, I need to know where you are when you go missing and don’t fucking answer your goddamn phone. You had the boys out looking for you.”

His tone was raspy and rough. Axel didn’t need to raise his voice to convey he was angry. She was used to it so she shrugged and sipped her coffee. “I didn’t need finding and no, dad, I don’t know the bullshit because you tell me nothing.”

“You need to stick close to Reno.”

She snorted. “Yeah. Not happening in this lifetime.”

“Roux.” He growled.

“I’m moving out,” she blurted and watched surprised hurt flicker over her dad’s face.

“What the fuck? You’re not going anywhere.”

“See! It’s this which tells me it’s time I got my own place.”

“Fine. You can move in with Reno.”

What. In. The. Actual. Fuck?

Pain jabbed her in the belly.

It was parental rejection 2.0 and from the one man she trusted.

With his mouth set in harsh lines, it wasn’t hard to see it was pointless spewing her sarcastic retort when there was no reasoning with him.

“That’s not happening either. Until you tell me what’s going on, I’m living my life my way. You don’t have to like it but you can’t hand me over to someone and expect me to be on board.”

A great growl came out of Axel and the air turned cold.

When he spoke it wasn’t with an affectionate father timber. It was a notorious MC prez.

“You will do as you’re fucking told foronce. Try and push me, Roux. See what happens.”

His threat was clear as he prowled out of the kitchen, slamming a door behind him.

A threat from Axel was rarely a bluff.

But she was a Tucker.

She’d marry that guy over her dead rotting body.

Whatever was going on with her family and the club, she’d find out.

She hoped it was soon enough.

* * *

“Our Butcher is humming the tune of a man who got laid.”

The man of focus to the ten people in the hang out area wanted to turn around and punch Grinder.

The bastard wasn’t wrong but still.

He flashed a half grin, keeping his boot on the edge of the coffee table while he lounged on the couch. It wasn’t even 11 a.m. and already he’d patched up a prospect’s thigh when he ripped it open climbing over a wire fence. And then he’d been making sure Tag didn’t exert himself before the fight tonight. Prince charming was currently talking to Rider in the office about one of the offers to sponsor him.

He caught sight of the VP by the entryway talking to his wife, “Why do you need to take so many fucking pictures of me, little bit? You have a thousand already.” Hawk grouched. Gia tugged on his beard. “Because I do.”

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