Page 64 of Savage Outlaw

She couldn’t see it yet through her numbness, but they were going to be fucking formidable.

The beat to his heart squeezed his hand and he turned his head from the road, he was already going over the speed limit to get her home.

“Am I going to be in trouble?”

Ah, fuck. Her small voice killed him. He’d give anything to hear her tell him to go fuck himself. It usually ended up with them screwing against a wall until he ate all her curse words off her tongue.

He would give anything to not have this life touch her. She was meant to be protected and revered as a MC princess, as his old lady. Untouchable to the world and now the filthy world had put its pain on her. Butcher intended to do whatever it took to make it right for her.

It was a no brainer what he said next.

“Listen to me, Roux. If this is found out …it won’t, but if, then I did it.”

She caught her breath as he chose the turning to head into Armado Springs, he felt relief putting distance behind them. Jamie Steele would have to be told that a murder was taken care of on his patch. The two clubs had an accord and he didn’t want his girl to be the one who broke it.

He was more worried what Ruiz would do. If anything. No one usually gave a fuck if a foot soldier got whacked. He was hoping that was the case tonight.

“No you didn’t. It was me.”

“Listen to me,” he said with more force to his voice. “This was me. You get it? If anyone asks, it was all me. You were nowhere near Fort Springs tonight.”

“But you’d go to prison…”

“For you, I’d go to the fucking guillotine.”

He possessed a deep-seated necessity to give her the whole lot of whatever she desired in this burning world. Happiness, stability, a forever with someone who would die for her no questions asked. It poured out of him like an open sore, unable to hold it back.

He listened to her stuttered breath like a sob trapped in her throat and then she un-clicked her belt and crawled across the console right into his lap while he drove. She buried her face in his neck and wrapped her arms around his waist.

And that’s where his girl stayed for the rest of the drive with him whispering soothing words in her ear.

Roux Tucker had always been a handful. But as the cliché goes, she washishandful.

No woman before her had owned what was inside his chest. He wanted to be led around by the dick and to indulge in whatever she desired. And to watch as she flew off into moods that he calmed down with his mouth on her sweet pussy.

He didn’t have a clue if he could get her over this and back to a place of normalcy. For a tough girl, she felt things and this was going to be her biggest regret.

Because someone was in the lifestyle, didn’t mean they were suited to it. For all his faults, Axel would have protected her from the badness of the one percenter troubles.

She was a little girl trembling on his lap and he’d die first before he let this ruin her.

Running a hand up her spine, feeling it bend to his touch, she nestled in deeper and the sense of satisfaction that she needed him made him a sick bastard because he was so fucking fulfilled.

“We’re here, baby. Let’s get you inside.”

She didn’t even question that he’d brought her to his house.

He got her stripped and into the shower in seconds. Only when she was wrapped in a towel did he ask for details of what happened. She told him in clear words and now Butcher was glad the fucker was dead for manhandling her.

“I didn’t cheat,” she said. “I think she was trying to rip off her old man’s table.”

He’d have to tell his club about this.

He helped dry her hair and got her into a pair of his sweatpants and t-shirt. When he had her sit on the end of his bed he hunkered down and pulled a pair of thick socks over her feet. He frowned when she didn’t so much as flicker when he rolled a fingertip over her arch.

Trembling again, he knew shock had set in and he didn’t want to leave her alone.

“Are you going out?” She asked from where he’d tucked her into his bed.

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