Page 81 of Savage Outlaw

Nerves attacked through her stomach.

And Roux didn’t get nervous, not around bikers. It was the most at home she ever felt. But for technical reasons, theSoulswere not friends.

“Yeah, my woman.”

She melted some and squeezed his fingers, but he wasn’t getting it. “I’m aDiabloDisciples, Tad.”

“No, you’re Roux. Axel is aDiablos.”

A frown marred her face. Did he mean that? She tugged on his hand to get him to stop feet away from the entryway where she heard a lot of ruckus from inside. “I’m aDiablostoo, Tad. You know this. You can’t disassociate me from my dad’s club. If we’re going to work, then we figure this out one way or another. If you can’t accept that…”

His lips came crashing down on hers, stunning the breath out of her lungs as he kissed her like a mad man until his flavor coated every inch of her mouth.

She was dazed when he set her free. “I love when you get tough. I never forget who you are, Cookie. Like you can’t forget who I am. But right now, you’re just my fucking woman standing out in the cold, so can I get you inside already?”

A grin tugged at her lips. As annoyed as he sounded, he was being sweet and for a girl who didn’t think she’d like sweet, she really dug it, so she squeezed his fingers. “Fine, lead on, but all I’m saying is, if me going inside will cause an issue, I don’t mind waiting out here.”

“Shut up, Roux.” He said, sweet again.

As she thought, the noisy rabble came to a screeching and all embarrassing halt the moment everyone clocked eyes with who Tad was with.

Not awkward at all.

Roux wasn’t the intimidating type. It would take more than a bunch of bikers staring at her like she was Medusa for her to behave like a shrinking violet.

She made sure to meet their gazes head on. Knowing them all by name, she’d heard stories about them since she was a kid. She smiled at Jed who seemed the less of all evils and the old man grinned from behind the bar. Some of the women looking over at her were new, but they didn’t look like club chasers. They were old lady’s.

“They’re staring, Tad,” she said not so quietly, “do I have lipstick on my teeth?” Baring them to him, he laughed and kissed her forehead. “No, they just haven’t seen anyone as beautiful as you.”

“Flattery gets you laid.” And then she addressed the room. “Yes, I am who you think I am. If you feel like bowing, I guess you can.” She shrugged with an air of unbothered. A couple of the women chuckled. The one sitting on Grinder’s lap in her hot jumpsuit and a long black ponytail looked more like Roux’s kind of people. But then she had Cinderella as a friend, so she couldn’t judge any.

At her side, Tad smirked and put his hand on her butt. “You all remember Roux.”

“Yeah, brother. We remember she nearly got you killed.”

The air turned to ice and she heard him growl. “Not fucking cool, PB.”

Pretty-boy was a cute one, no disputing that. But she felt like punching the handsome off his face for that remark because he was right. And as much as she tried to forget their traumatic history, there was always going to be someone to bring it up.

“Stating facts.” Pretty-boy shrugged, chugging on a beer bottle.

Tad put his back to the room and gave Roux his eyes. “I need to get into church for a few minutes, will you be okay here, Cookie?”

“Of course, I will. It takes more than scowling bikers to make me hide. Go. Oh, is there any candy around here?”

He flaunted a half smile that made her feel all silly and girlie when he dropped a kiss to her lips. “Mmm, sweet enough as you are. Jed, you mind showing my girl where she can get some candy?”

“Sure thing, son. You come and sit with me, girlie. Ignore those morons.”

It was easy to ignore them when the coreSoulsall trudged after Tad down the long hallway to their church.

She hoped their meeting didn’t take very long because she felt like a fish in a shark tank.

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“Why the fuck are we always waiting on you, Arson?” Rider was not pleased, Butcher noted, as Arson slinked in a few minutes after they all did. According to Grinder, he’d been sleeping off a hangover in one of the rooms out back. He smelled like it too.

“Sorry, Prez.”

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