Free Sin & Savage by Anna Mara Page B

Wizard find out. He’ll be jealous as all hell and I don’t want any more conflict around here. We’re one crew and we stick together, got that?”
    Savage remained cool and remote. “Loud and clear,” he affirmed to the man sitting in front of him.
    Snake’s reptilian eyes flicked over the younger biker and he shook his head in amazement. Savage Monroe had to have been the coldest, most calculating, meanest, son-of-a-bitch he’d ever met in his life, and he had met them all. He was also the best money-making machine the Sons of Perdition had ever had too. In fact, everyone knew that there was nothing Savage Monroe liked more than making money—not pussy or drugs or fighting—nothing—and if the prick continued to keep earning like he had since day one…well, maybe he just might find himself second-in-command of the club one day soon, sitting right beside Snake himself.

Chapter 13
    Thursday – 9:35 p.m.
    Nevada Highway
    Shit, fuck, and dammit all to hell!
    The words exploded over and over again in Savage’s brain as he rode his Harley like a maniac down the deserted highway.
    He’d known that the girl and her grandmother were trouble the second they’d stepped into the bar this morning but what he hadn’t figured on at the time was that they were going to be trouble for him. And now, not only was he going to have to babysit the girl all weekend long but he was being asked to kill three people at the end of it.
    Shit, fuck, and dammit all to hell!
    And to top everything off, he had that huge shipment of guns coming in from Los Angeles this weekend too, a deal he’d worked on putting together for the past two months. In fact, his ass still hurt from having ridden all the way back from L.A. a couple of days ago after putting the final touches to the deal. There was a lot of money riding on the table and the whole thing could all go up in smoke on him if he wasn’t careful, leaving him holding his dick in his hand.
    Shit, fuck, and dammit all to hell!
    He revved the bike harder and rode faster, allowing the wind, crashing against his body, to blow the tension out of him. How in hell was he going to pull it all off?
    Shit, fuck, and dammit all to hell!
    Shit, fuck, and dammit all to hell!
    Shit, fuck, and dammit all to hell!

Chapter 14
    Friday – 8:16 a.m.
    Jubilee Hotel & Casino
    Standing outside the hotel’s main entrance, Tori glanced at her watch for the tenth time. Her lips thinned in annoyance. She turned to her grandmother beside her. “I told you he wasn’t going to show up! He should have been here at 8 sharp, like he said.”
    Nana looked up and down the Vegas strip and remained confident. “He’ll be here, sweetheart. Probably just got caught up in some traffic.” She checked her own watch. “I do wish he would get here soon though. I’ve got that hair appointment in 15 minutes and I don’t want to be late.”
    “How can you worry about your hair at a time like this? That big brute just pocketed $1500 of your cash money for doing nothing and we can’t get it back. We’re certainly not going to that evil bar looking for him and we can’t go to the police. We’re fucked!”
    Nana’s jaw dropped open and sucked in a deep gasp. “Victoria Alexandra Jones, you stop that cussing right now and remember you’re a lady.”
    “You cuss all the time.”
    “I’m not a lady, but you are.”
    “A lady doesn’t hire a biker criminal thug to help her track down a shady Vegas crook,” Tori launched back, feeling like a fool for having been scammed herself by that Savage animal.
    Nana’s spine straightened and her bouffant seemed to grow even higher, as her own temper rose. “I told you before, my Joe is not a crook! And a lady most certainly does hire biker criminals to protect her honor. Who is she gonna hire at a time like this? An accountant?” she shrieked.
    Tori clamped her mouth shut and crossed her arms over her chest in irritation. That bastard better show up soon, she fumed.
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