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She smiled, already knowing his answer. Tad wasn’t like that.

“I want all that with you too.”

His grin was everything. So was his kiss until her lips felt bee stung.

“Will you make coffee if I sleep over and massive amounts of spinach dip with crusty bread?”

“Once I let you out of bed, yeah.”

She didn’t need to know anything else. Roux was all in.

They spent the day wrapped in each other.

That night he took her out on his bike for their first date. Crappy pizza and beer in a dive bar that belonged to neither club. She learned of his salty humor, that he was bad at pool and great at choosing music. He liked to hold hands and Roux discovered she loved it even more. The gentleman in him came out when he held doors open and made sure to walk on the outside of the sidewalk. Every desire was taken care of.

And it was a fantastic first date.

Four years in the making and well worth the wait.

Roux had never felt so worshipped in her life.

Savage by name, she decided that night curled up with him half asleep, but all sweetheart.

TWENTY-ONE

“How to piss off a room full of brothers…the firestarter way.” - Butcher

Sex for breakfast.

That’s what she should be having, Roux thought, as she crunched through burnt toast, sitting on the couch at home, while her dad watched her like a hawk.

He expected her to break apart.

Maybe she would have a few days ago.

Getting used to murdering someone took time.

Okay, she was being glib. And trying to keep that whole business out of her head.

That’s why sex for breakfast would have totally helped.

“You wanna do some bookkeeping for me today, kiddo? Reno wants to see you too.”

Instantly the toast in her mouth turned to ash and she stared at Axel in the doorway.

He’s picked the wrong damn day to start throwing Reno in her face again.

She tossed the plate and half eaten peanut butter coated bread on the coffee table. “Dad, you know you’re my favorite parent, but if you mention that man to me again, I might scream. No, I know I’ll fucking scream. This isn’t Victorian times where you barter your daughter.”

If he’d ever had one talk with her about why he was so hellbent on seeing her attached to one of his men, then she could have understood. She’d still tell Reno to get fucked, but she’d understand Axel’s reasoning more than she did now. He’d never acted this way. She was protected, sure. But she’d always had a lot of leeway growing up.

“He’s a good fit for you.”

“Says who? Actually, I don’t care. I don’t care if he’s seven ways to Sunday in love with me. If he wants to hump my leg and braid my hair. I don’t want a relationship with Reno. I’m not in a relationship with Reno and nor will I ever be.”

Axel’s eyes turned dark. She knew this mood. He’s used to getting his own way, not having people question his authority. But she’s not one of his bikers to ask how high if he says jump.

“Roux. Swear to god, I don’t have time for this bullshit right now. I’m trying to keep you safe.”

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