Page 38 of Savage Bond

“I-I won't! I promise!”

“And from now on, if you see a Savage princess, I want you to leave the room. You don’t even deserve to be in the same room as them if you can’t treat them with respect. Get out of here. I don’t even want to look at you anymore.”

I release the kid and he scampers away so quickly I'm surprised he doesn’t fall flat on his face.

“Man, I'm going to have fun with him.” Oakley steps out of the apartment with a smirk on her face.

“What do you mean?” I narrow my gaze on her. Though Oakley’s normally pretty easy going, she has a devilish side and I never quite trust her.

“Well, every time I see him in the dining room, I'm going in there, just to see how quickly he runs away.” She grins up at me.

“The kid might puke if he ever sees you again.” I chuckle, shaking my head.

“I’ll deal with him, Oak. You won't have to worry about him flirting again.” Jasper shoves his hands in his pockets, but he’s staring at Oakley like he wants to reach out and pull her into his arms.

“Thanks, Jasper.” She grins before disappearing into her apartment again. The door shuts with a loud thud right as Roxy appears at my side.

“Are you ready?” She blinks up at me with those gorgeous green eyes.

“Always. Let’s get something to eat before I'm late for work.”

“Everything was delicious as usual, Dixie.” I wipe my mouth with a napkin before setting it back on the table.

“Thanks. I love having the café.” She grins as she glances around the place. It’s hard to believe just a few short months ago, this building looked completely different. We almost had it completely fixed up before the fire, and then had to start all over again.

That’s what I love about being part of the club. We always rally together to get things done. We were able to get the café rebuilt so quickly because of having so many hands on deck.

“You deserve it. You’ve always given the club your all,” Roxy says softly. She loves her sisters so much, but she doesn’t show it like most people would. She’s closed off, even to them. This compliment is out of left field for her.

“Thanks, Roxy.” Dixie squeezes her hand and smiles sweetly. “You deserve to be happy too. I'm glad you’re finally getting there.”

“Alright, we need to head out if I'm going to drop you off at the clubhouse before I go to my first job.”

I pull a couple bills out of my wallet and hand them over to Dixie. She nods her head and quickly slips them into her apron without checking to make sure it’s the right amount. She knows I’d never short her and I don’t want change.

“Actually, do you mind dropping me off at the bar? I need to do some inventory and catch up on a few things. For some reason, I haven’t been at the bar nearly as much as normal.” She smirks up at me as we walk out to my truck.

“I mean I can be busy if you need some time to yourself.” I open the passenger’s door and wait for her to climb in.

“Not a chance, handsome.” She fists my shirt and pulls me down to her level. Her lips are on mine and I can’t help but smile. I love her. Hands down, I’d do anything to make this woman happy for the rest of our lives.

I already asked Porter to order me a property patch. He knows I want to make it clear she’s mine to everyone around, especially after what happened to Dixie.

Chapter 23

Roxy

“How am I three bottles short?” I mutter to myself as I move around the bar.

This place is a mess. I’ve been looking for these bottles of tequila for the last hour. I’ve pulled everything off of the shelves and spread them across the bar top.

I'm very particular about how I handle things at Savage. When I use up an entire bottle of liquor, I place it in a specific spot. I like to check it off on a spreadsheet so I know it was used. It’s the best way I’ve found to keep on top of how quickly we go through bottles and making sure I order more before we get too low.

I head outside to where the dumpster is. I know this is a long shot, but I'm hoping maybe I’ll see the bottles sitting in there. That somehow, I missed checking them off on my sheet, but this doesn’t make sense.

I stack a few boxes on top of each other and climb on top of them. I'm leaning over the edge when I hear the sound of gravel scrunching behind me.

I whip upright and glance behind me, but I don’t see anyone or anything that could’ve caused the noise. I shake my head. I'm just being paranoid. I’ve heard motorcycles drive by several times over the last thirty minutes, and I know they’re Savage Wolves.