Page 45 of Savage Outlaw

Reno answered. “I’ve got eyes on her, Prez, she’s placing a bet.”

His fucking girl. She never learned, never fuckinglistened. She had no idea the things he did was for her safety. To ensure she lived another day even if he didn’t. She sauntered over a few minutes later, ignored him and Reno and stood by his VP. He saw she scanned the audience too. Always looking was his Roux and his jaw flexed knowing what for.

His growl reached her ears. “Roux.”

“Yes, jailer of mine?”

Funny. He kicked up his brow. “You really wanna start that shit here?”

“Why not?” She shrugged. “I’m going to go and find Poppy. You might want to keep your distance, Texas is here, and he’s still pissed for what you did to her.”

Axel gave her a look and kissed her forehead even if she was pissed at him, “don’t go far.”

When she was gone, he snapped. “Reno.”

“On her, Prez.”

Ruin, silent as ever, followed his brother.

“That boy is gonna have his hands full with her, Axe.”

Didn’t he know it.

“You sure you shouldn’t have picked Ruin instead? He wouldn’t stand for her nonsense.” His VP cackled and took a gulp of his beer.

“Shut up. Reno is the lesser bastard of the two. Ruin is good for killing, not being my son in law.”

“Too true. Bet he gets a piece here tonight though.”

Axel could give a fuck if his boys got laid, as long as they remembered their job of watching Roux.

He didn’t get nervous often, but this shit was wearing him down. He hadn’t slept properly for months. He finished his beer and tossed the empty on a table. “Keep an eye out, yeah?” Chains knew who to look for. “Gonna play nice with the host.”

“Sure thing, prez.”

Axel headed through the crowd and found Rider Marinos in a close huddle with Jamie Steele. The Prez of the Apollo Kingsmen. “Is this a private party or can anyone join?”

“Tucker.” Jamie offered a hand first. He’d done a little business with him over the years. Not much but enough that their two clubs were closer than either of them were to theSouls.

“Looks a tight crowd,” he mentioned. “Your boy ready, Rider?”

“More than ready,” he answered. “He has a lot of eyes on him tonight, people coming from all over to watch him make history.”

“Dunno, Rider. Phillips looks like he chews glass for fun.” Laughed Jamie. A scotch in one hand and a joint in the other. “They don’t call him the death bringer for fun. The guy’s got serious chops on him.”

“Is that who you’re betting on?” Axel had to poke a little and chuckled when both men turned their gazes on him.

“I don’t bet.”

“No? You’re missing out on the fun then. I put a few down on your boy.” Playing nice. He didn’t want to lose on a fight that wasn’t 100% guaranteed.

Some joker in a prissy boy suit started yelling in the crowd and the three men switched their gazes. “Get the fuck on with the fight for fucks sake!”

This went on for a few minutes. The guy grew more agitated.

Rider split off and slid through the crowd. Axel and Jamie followed in time to see Rider with his hand clamped on the rowdy fucker’s shoulder. Didn’t take a genius to know Rider was putting pressure on the hold. “Now, I already told you, the fight starts when it starts. Either shut your fuckin’ mouth and enjoy the night or you can get out and you won’t be allowed back again.”

“I paid my fucking money to get in.” the guy snarled.

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