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I hope you enjoyed Joel and Trista’s story. Now, buckle up for your inside sneak peek at Thorne’s Rose (Savage Hell Book 8).
Rose
Rose Savage walkedinto her cousin’s bar knowing that she shouldn’t have been there but daring to break all of her father’s rules. Her dad and Savage’s father had a falling out years ago before Savage’s father passed. Her dad had forbidden her to step even one toe into Savage Hell, but really, she had no choice. If she wanted to keep her little girl safe, she was going to have to face down the man her father swore was the devil himself.
“Can I help you?” a handsome man behind the bar asked.
“Um, I’m trying to find Savage,” she said. “I need his help. Is he around?”
“Well, I guess that depends on who you are,” the man challenged. Rose put her hands on her hips and flashed him her best smile. “That’s not going to work, honey,” he insisted. “I appreciate the pretty smile and all, but no one gets in to see Savage without my approval. So, what’s your name, honey?” he asked.
“Rose,” she breathed, giving up on her attempt to act sexy for the guy behind the bar. Apparently, he wasn’t buying what she was selling. Hell, she hadn’t sold anything since before Sadie was born, and that was going on for two years now.
“Rose what?” the man asked. He was starting to sound a bit annoyed with her and she wondered what that was about.
“Rose Savage,” she said. “I’m his cousin.”
“I see,” the man said. “Stay right here, Rose,” he ordered, “and don’t talk to any of the guys if you know what’s good for you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she shouted over the music, but the guy pretended not to hear her.
Within minutes, the handsome bartender reappeared holding hands with her cousin. At least, Rose thought that it was Savage. He had aged some and was bigger than she remembered him being ten years ago when she last saw him.
“Rose,” he breathed. She nodded and Savage picked her up and spun her around. “This is my husband, Bowie,” he said, introducing her to the handsome bartender. “I’ll introduce you to our wife, Dallas, when she comes in. What are you doing here?” Savage asked.
Hearing that Savage was married to both a man and a woman didn’t surprise her much. She had known that her cousin was bi for years. He shared that with her when she was a kid but told her not to tell anyone else. “I need your help,” she breathed.
“Of course,” Savage agreed, “it’s so good to see you.”
“Um, you too,” she said. “It’s been a long time. I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to come sooner to visit.”
“No, I get it,” he said. “Your father has his rules, but why now? I mean, you’re breaking his rules now, right?”
“Yes, but he really can’t get mad at me anymore,” she admitted. She hated having to tell him this part. It wasn’t how anyone should find out. “My father passed away over a year ago,” she said.
“I see,” Savage breathed, “I’m so sorry, Rose. What from?” he asked.
“Heart attack,” she whispered. “It was awful. I had just picked up Sadie from daycare and went home to make Dad dinner.”
“Who’s Sadie?” Savage asked.
Rose smiled, “She’s my two-year-old daughter.”
“Congratulations,” Savage said. “Wow, you’re a mom.”
“I am,” Rose said, “and that’s why I need your help. My ex wants custody of her and he’s a bad man. If he gets his hands on Sadie, he’ll destroy her spirit, and I can’t let that happen. He beat me and I know that if given the chance, he’ll do the same to her.”
“What are his chances of getting custody of her?” Bowie asked.
“Good,” Rose whispered, “he’s very wealthy and can pay lawyers and keep me in court for ages. I don’t have that kind of money. If Sadie has to live with him, I don’t know what I’ll do.”
“All right,” Savage said, “of course, I’ll help you. What’s this guy do for a living?” he asked.
“That’s just it,” Rose said. “He’s a car salesman and a bad one at that. While we were together, he didn’t sell many cars. He’d tell me business was slow, but he always had cash on him—a lot of it. He drives high-end cars and lives in a mini mansion. I’m betting that he has a side hustle and that it’s not legal.”
“I’ll need the name of the car lot he works for,” Savage said. “I have a few ideas, but this will take a bit of time. Do you and Sadie have someplace safe to go?” Savage asked.
“No, not really,” she said. “Every time I try to find a new place, he shows up. It’s almost like my ex is staying one step ahead of me all the time.”
