Page 44 of Savage Outlaw

Ruby came through from the back room, she’d been giving Pretty-boy a new tattoo on his forearm. Then there was Judge, who was talking to Angie and Dix. The new prospect was fitting in well with the club. Didn’t backchat much. Always did as he was told. But as Butcher now knew, Judge’s main job was watching the girl typing on her phone. Butcher reckoned he didn’t want to be around when she found out she had a bodyguard.

Turning his head to Grinder, he tuned back into their conversation.

“Shouldn’t you be too busy buying tit pumps and spit up bibs to wonder what I’m doing, tracker?”

Ever since Grinder knocked up his old lady, he’d been strutting on cloud nine.

“I’m a man of multi talents, my brother, and I can do both. Gotta love Prime delivery. So who did you bang?”

The others were interested too with their stretching ears. Butcher rolled his eyes and kept his trap shut. If it wasn’t Roux, he might have spilled some deets. But it was Roux and he wasn’t disclosing private shit about her to anyone.

Least of all because the guys would have opinions on how fucking stupid he was being by risking getting killed for her.

His second booty call in as many days. He should be raging mad. And on some level he was because as he’d known when his eyes opened this morning, she was gone again. Instead of getting pissed off, he’d smiled making coffee, smelling her on his body, still feeling her moving on his dick. He’d text her to let her know where shit lied.

Butcher:See you soon, Cookie.

She hadn’t replied but he saw she’d read the message. It was enough for now.

But it goes to show her engagement was bullshit.

Tonight couldn’t come soon enough. Fight nights always put a buzz in the air.

As soon as the fight was over, he was going to his woman.

Fuck the consequences.

Loving her as hard as he did, meant he’d take the hard times in order to get to the good.

Getting dead wasn’t an option.

Not loving Roux, not wanting her every single fucking second of the day didn’t work for him either.

He was done waiting.

A woman that made his heart come alive was worth a war.

THIRTEEN

“A meeting of the Prez’s.” - Axel

Axel was under no false illusion that the invite to the exclusive fight tonight was a way for theSoulsto play friendly with him and his club.

They weren’t enemies. Far from it when you consider how both clubs hated the Raging Rebels once over.

But they weren’tfriendlyeither. Not after Axel almost killed one of theirs.

Him and three of his boys—two being the mad twins—walked into the underground basement. He’d been to a few before. Tag was a beast and had won him a fair bit in the past. It could go either way with the Chicago guy. Talk was, he was a straight up killer in the cage and had defeated every opponent, putting most of them on life support.

“I’ll grab the beers,” Chains said before disappearing into the crowd. His VP came with him to see blood spilled and to get out of town pussy.

“Don’t care what happens tonight, you make sure to keep a level head, you hear?” Axel pointed out and slid his eyes to Ruin. He might be a silent fucker, but it didn’t make him any less crazy or deadly. He could go nuclear reactor without much provocation. Sometimes it was someone looking at him for too long and the guy went off. Reno kept his twin in check for the most part. The last thing Axel needed was to have beef onSoulsturf.

A chick sidled up to Axel and curled her arm around his neck, smiling in that inviting way. She smelled good and had suckable lips, but he wasn’t here for dick business. “Not right now, baby. Look for me later, yeah?” She pouted and slinked off into the crowd.

Chains came back with four bottles of Bud.

“Where’s Roux at?” Axel asked, scanning his eyes across the mass of people here to bet on an illegal fight.

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