Page 60 of Savage Outlaw

Roux trusted few people and a cartel whore was not among the numbers.

Remembering who she was would help her now, and after a few more breaths, her gaze avoiding what was on the floor, she pulled out her phone.

She was a Tucker. Not a wilting daffodil.Get it the fuck together, Roux.

Memories flashed through her mind.

Every bad thing that ever came through the MC doors.

Axel never shielded her from seeing it.

Rather, he wanted her to see what the real world was like. How to protect herself from every person who might hurt her. She’d seen gunshot victims, stabbings, beatings. She’d watched while her family—men she’d grown learning from, and watching them live a hard life, got patched up. She was there when the cops raided the compound and arrested her family too. Her dad always told her even as he was being led away in cuffs “chin up, don’t let the bastards see a weakness.”

He’d done two short stints in jail, Chains taking care of her, and still experiencing all that didn’t prepare Roux.

Not at all.

What did she do with a dead body?

God, she’d love to be high right now.

She’d love to be at Poppy’s place being attacked by the jealous goat when she got too close to Texas. She wanted to be anywhere else but here.

It was self-defense.

Wasn’t it?

Lame but true. She’d never have reached for her flick knife if the guy wasn’t dragging her around like a rag doll.

Knowing this didn’t lessen the devastation but she took another breath.

“If you can’t fix it, find someone who can.” Another Axel Tucker parted wisdom.

The phone number rang and rang and rang.

“Please pick up,” she muttered.

It rang and rang. And then a sleepy gruff voice answered. “Cookie, it’s late, what’s up?”

Her heart missed a beat with relief to hear his voice. She pressed her back into the wall, trying to keep out of the rain, though at this point it was pretty fucking useless, she was drenched to the bone.

“Tad. Oh, god. Tad. I’ve done something terrible. I don’t know what to do.”

“Baby, where are you? Take a big breath and tell me slowly, okay?”

With a clear voice she rattled off the street she was on. “He’s dead, Tad. I killed someone. I don’t know what to do. Do I call the cops?”

“No.” he barked. “Don’t do anything. I’m on my way. Are you safe where you’re at?”

“Yeah, I think so. No one else is here. The woman left.”

“What woman?” In the background she heard him moving around, his pounding feet somehow calmed her.

Tremors of dread caught her breath when her eyes stole down to the ground again. He really was dead. This wasn’t a horror movie where the guy got up again.

“Roux, what woman?” The sound of his voice gave her hope and a shiver of relief that she wasn’t alone.

“Ehm. Verónica. Verónica Garcia Ruiz. It’s her bodyguard. What do I do? Do I leave him here?”

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