Page 56 of Savage Outlaw

Fuck.Fuck. All the fucking fucks.

“Wouldn’t you say that’s biased then you sitting here? Who’s to say you’re not cheating?”

The other woman grinned and sipped from her burgundy wine. The bodyguard hovering behind her close enough he was almost snorting her hairspray.Overkill much, dude.What was he expecting, the Navy SEALS to fly through the door?

“I do as I please.”

“Are we playing, or is this game dead?”

When the other woman stared at Roux with a secret smile on her lips, it was time to go. Roux pushed the chair back. It was a fast exchange of chips to cash and she slipped it into the inside pocket of her jacket. It bulged and she wanted to get it home.

“Nice playing with you.” She said to the woman as pleasant as she could, all the while holding back a “you sour bitch”

The woman lacked in decent dick if she was getting bent out of shape over a few thousand bucks.

When she got outside it was pouring.Great. She’d parked three blocks away. Pulling her jacket up to her ears, she started the walk.

She didn’t get even a block, when she was grabbed from behind and bodily dragged into an arched alcove of closed boutiques.

Fight or flee robbed Roux of breath and her first instinct was to kick out and cause as much ruckus as she could.

The hand over her mouth stopped her and she was shoved hard against a wall.

Rico was in front of her.

That asshole smirked. “Quiet and I will remove my hand. You scream and I fucking shoot you.”

Adrenaline poured through her veins until she shook from head to toe.

Calm as she could, she nodded, and he let go.

“You better have clean fucking hands, you moron.” She wiped her mouth, disgusted.

“I don’t think Rico’s hygiene is what you need to be worried about,niña.”

Verónica Garcia Ruizrounded into the alcove like a visiting royal would at a summer fete. Holding a black umbrella against the deluge. Meanwhile Roux was getting soaked.

“If you wanted to talk you only had to ask, not get your thug here to grab me. Not cool, lady.”

“Not cool, indeed. It’s not cool to cheat either at one of my husband’s well respected games.”

“Screw you, I did not cheat. Can’t you take losing? What the fuck does it matter to you, anyway? Not like you’re hurting for money.”

The older woman smiled viciously. Roux had the sense she was not just the meek little cartel’s wife sitting at home making empanada’s.

Considering how she had a six-foot-five bodyguard looming over her and a cartel wife in front of her, Roux needed to learn when to use her inside voice and keep the insults to herself.

Rain continued to soak the top of her head and she hated being cold and wet.

“If you haven’t noticed, it’s lashing with rain, I want to get home. I didn’t cheat.”

“I think you did.”

This broad,really. Looking at her protected by the large domed umbrella, warmed by a long black coat, you’d think she was out for a day at the Derby.

Roux wasn’t new to intimidation.

In school the kids tried it when they knew she was a biker kid. She cried about it to Chains, pleading for him not to tell her dad. It took one bike ride to her school for Chains to put the fear of Lucifer into those kids and they never bothered her again. When she was older, she handled her own business.

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