Page 32 of Her Savior Biker
As Tank arranges the extraction, as my brothers' plan for a fight that could destroy us all, I think about Shannon back at the bar. Scared, but not broken. Ready to fight for what matters. Just like the rest of us. Mason Holt thinks his uniform and connections make him untouchable. He’s about to find out how wrong he is. Because the Savage Kings don’t just protect their own—we go to war for them.
After church, I sit alone at the scarred table, staring at the empty chairs where my brothers just pledged to go to war for me. For Shannon. The weight of it sits heavy in my chest—gratitude so fierce it’s almost painful.
Tank appears in the doorway, two beers in hand. He slides one across the table. “Hell of a meeting.”
“Tank, I don’t know how to—”
“Don’t.” He holds up a hand. “You’re family, Savior. That’s what family does.”
I take a long pull of beer, swallowing around the tightness in my throat. “I never had brothers before. Not real ones.”
“I know.”
“The SEALs were supposed to be a brotherhood. Soon as I became inconvenient, they cut me loose.” I gesture to the empty room. “But you guys didn’t even hesitate.”
“Because that’s who we are. Savage Kings don’t abandon their own.”
“There was no way I was going to give her up,” I admit. “Even if it meant losing everything.”
“I know that too.” Tank studies my face. “What’s the plan?”
“She goes with Rector temporarily. Just until we handle this. Then I bring her home.”
Tank nods. “Good. Now get back out there and tell your woman the plan.”
When I walk back into the main bar, Shannon is wringing a dishtowel. Twisting the towel so tightly, I wouldn't be surprised to find its blue stripes staining her hands. The sight of her trying to hold it together when her world just blew apart makes my chest tight.
“Shannon.” She looks up. “We’re going home. Lexi’s picking up Aiden.”
Relief flickers across her face. She needs privacy to fall apart.
The drive to the safehouse is silent. Shannon stares out the window, shoulders rigid. When I park, she’s out of the truck before I kill the engine. Inside, she paces the living room.
“So what’s the plan?” she asks.
“Rector’s driving down from Michigan. You’re going with him.”
Her face goes blank. “Running again.”
“Temporarily. Just until we handle some loose ends.”
“What kind of loose ends?” Her voice sharpens. “Reyes, what are you planning?”
“Club business. Mason threatened the Savage Kings. That can’t stand.”
“And after?”
“I come get you and bring you home. Back here. This is a temporary separation, Shannon, not goodbye.”
She studies my face, looking for lies. Whatever she sees must satisfy her, because some tension leaves her shoulders.
“I want to argue,” she says. “Want to tell you we should face this together.”
“But?”
“But keeping Aiden safe and happy, matters more than what I want.” Her voice cracks.
“Yeah, baby. It does.”
