Page 63 of Savage Outlaw

She shuddered and pulled strength from somewhere because she moved around him, her spine straight, her steps sure as she pulled her phone out, doing as he asked.

The prospect handed the bleach over. He started by tipping it carefully around the area.

“You carry bleach in the truck?”

Butcher turned his head and grinned at her, continuing with his murder clean up.

“When my woman goes around killing soldiers of the cartel, yeah I do.”

The prospect chuckled and when it was his turn to do clean up, he started to wash away the blood and bleach into the drain with a portable water jet spray.

It wasn’t ideal, the best Butcher could think to do in very little light, but it helped that rain was forecast tonight and tomorrow.

Hooking up Roux’s hand, Butcher felt a stirring of relief when she locked around his fingers and fused herself to his side.

“You have everything, yeah?”

“Yeah. I only have my phone and money on me. Oh, and this.” Unfurling her other hand, his heart pinched seeing the stained blood on those fingers, she held out the white pocket knife. “I don’t know what to do with this.”

Taking it from her, he slid it into his back pocket. “Let’s go, baby.”

“Please. I want to go home.”

Giving Slider the instructions to take the truck up to the pig pen high on their mountains, he helped Roux inside his SUV and rounded the back.

“Man, you got some girlfriend.” Remarked Slider with a half-smile.

Didn’t Butcher know it and love it. “I’ll meet you up there, thanks, prospect.”

“Never a dull moment, boss.”

He grinned and hopped into the truck. He’d owe that guy ayesvote when the time came.

Taking her hand, he drew it to his thigh. “Doing okay, baby?”

“I’m freezing.”

“Gonna get you dry soon, hang onto me a while longer.”

For fucking everhis whole body was screaming.

This changed everything.

Not that he was pleased in any way she had this hanging over her now, but it changed everything. His timetable for one. He was not letting her out of his sight.

If it’s taken a tragedy to get them to this breaking point, then he’d take it.

He wanted Roux more than he needed anything.

Attachments in this life were dangerous, it gave a man a weakness, but he’d seen up close how well it worked for his boys.

He wanted that.

Butcher needed his weakness with him. No more scraps for either of them.

Tonight altered the whole shebang, and as scared as his girl was, he wasn’t sorry it was happening. Because it was forcing them to admit what they had now and always.

Each other.

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