Page 8 of Savage Outlaw

THREE

“He wanted to go Sweeney Todd on her fiancé.” - Butcher

The burst of anger came as a shock to the other boys.

Butcher growled his frustration and hurled the punctured tire across the garage floor. The heavy thing crashed into the tool bench, bounced and took everything down to the cement floor with it.

Huffing out his anger, he scraped his hands through his hair before he strode the length of the auto shop to pick up his mess.

All eyes on him.

No surprise, seeing as how Butcher was rarely prone to outbursts.

“You okay, brother?” Preacher asked, wiping his oil coated hands on a rag. He tucked it into his back pocket and followed Butcher over where he hunkered down on the ground and helped him pick up the tools.

“Yeah.” he lied.

He was far from fucking okay.

Ever since Arson dropped that news bomb last night, he’d wanted to go tornado on everything and everyone, so he’d kept himself out of the way of people. Fixing one of the bikes queued up in the garage had been a bad fucking idea—intent on keeping his mind occupied—when all he wanted to do was smash the thing to pieces.

She was engaged.

His Roux was fucking engaged tosomeone else.

Butcher didn’t know if he was sad or murderous.

The frenzy of fury and hate tore up the lining of his guts.

Envy too.

So much fucking envy he felt sickened by it.

Sheshouldhave a life. She should fall in love.

She needed to get away from that place and her father’s thumb more than anything, he’d always wanted happiness for Roux. Knowing it couldn’t be him fucking twisted him up inside.

But the resentment that it wasn’t his ring on her finger did a number on his mind.

He wanted to hurt something sohecould stop hurting.

For a mad second he even thought about asking Hawk to spar with him again.

Engaged…

He’d purposefully stayed on the fringes of her life because he knew if he found out she was dating someone he wouldn’t be responsible for his actions and lack of control.

Where Roux Tucker was concerned, Butcher was not the patient man he was known for being. He was a ticking bomb, ready to explode his feelings all over.

He wanted her.

He needed her.

He craved her.

And yet he couldn’t have her without causing a war between two clubs.

Axel nearly killed Butcher the night he found out about them. Rider intervened. It wasn’t because theSoulswere afraid of theDiablos, far from it. That club was a piss in the water compared to Butcher’s club.

---