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Savage

“Savage?”

“Get the fuck away from me,” I seethed, as I sat waiting in the infirmary for word on Jess. She had been in surgery for the last two hours because the President of the club lost his fucking temper. None of this was supposed to happen. A beat down I could handle but Reaper had to go and up the ante and bring in the rest of my brothers.

My body was black and blue from head to toe. To make matters worse, I had stitches in my shoulder and leg and a fucking brace on my left knee. But seeing Reaper with his blades out, I knew that mother fucker was actually going to kill me.

For what? Information that didn’t fucking matter anymore. We were all sitting in church when we heard the Guardian say what he did. This whole fucking mess was intertwined. The information my sister had gathered meant nothing anymore. It was a moot point. But Reaper just had to know what Kitty gave my woman. Why? It wouldn’t make a damn bit of difference. The division was coming for all of us, regardless of what Kitty knew.

My woman was right.

This shit had gotten so far out of hand it wasn’t even funny. To make matters worse, she was never going to forgive me. I saw the pain and hurt in her eyes when she figured out what was happening. There was nothing I could say or do to make this right.

In her eyes, I used her to get what Reaper wanted.

Technically, I did plan to seduce her for the information, but the second my heart was involved, my plan changed. I knew I couldn’t do that to her. I wouldn’t. I saw her tattoo but I never mentioned it to Reaper. I lied and told him she didn’t have one. He knew I was lying. That’s when he had several of my brothers tackle me, handcuffing my hands and taping my mouth shut.

Reaper then walked me upstairs and into my room.

I stood helpless as my beautiful Jess lay on my bed, sleeping like a fucking angel as Reaper removed the sheet covering her, exposing her naked body and tattoo to all.

When Reaper looked back at me, I knew I was in real trouble.

I lied to my President, which was a punishable offense but when Reaper walked up to me and whispered, “I warned you,” I knew my night was just beginning.

The beat down lasted for a few hours. My body ached in so many places I didn’t think there was a place on my that was left unscathed. And when Reaper got word, that Jess was awake, I was trussed up like a slab of beef and hung from the meat hook, awaiting my fate.

I thought I knew fear but when Jess walked into the shed with Reaper behind her, nothing could have prepared me for what Reaper had planned.

“He wasn’t going to kill you.”

Snapping my head up, I raged. “Yes, he was Ghost. You fucking know better than any of us. When those blades come out, he’s in a killing rage. If my woman hadn’t done what she did, he would have sliced my ass apart.”

“He’s under a lot of stress man.”

“Don’t,” I said, shaking my head. “Don’t defend him. You know as well as I do, that shit got way out of hand. Instead of being a fucking leader, he let his temper get the best of him.”

“Regardless of what you think, he never wanted Jess to get hurt.”

“Just leave me alone. Okay. I can’t right now.” I whispered, when Healer walked out. Jumping to my feet I winced as I put pressure on my leg. “How is she?”

“In recovery. She punctured her left ovary. I’m sorry Savage, I had to remove it.”

“Fuck!” I roared, turning punching the wall.

“And Ghost, you can tell Reaper, there was nothing under her tattoo. In fact, that’s all it was, a tattoo of a small cabin with the number three on it.”

“That’s it?” Ghost asked confused. “That’s an odd tattoo for a woman to have. It’s generally flowers or some shit like that.”

“That’s all it was. Now, I need to go check on Ink, since I’ve lost my nurse for the time being.”

“Can I sit with her?” I asked.

Healer nodded before walking away. Heading for her room, I had just opened the door when Ghost said, “Savage, I really am sorry about all of this.”

“Thanks but you’re not the one who needs to apologize.”

Closing the door behind me, I pulled a chair close to the bed and sat down. Reaching for her hand, I stared at her as she was still under the effects of the anesthesia.


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