The Savage Outlaw (Sins of Fire Real Anarchy West #4)

Chapter 20

Chapter Twenty

Coming From Behind

E den showered and got dressed into fresh clothing. She felt human for the first time in a couple days.

As fast as they arrived at the cabin, they were now leaving. Priest held the door for her and when she walked by, he felt his nostrils actually throbbing, smelling her fresh, clean hair and her skin. And her clothes.

He turned his head away and gritted his teeth. You could have sworn he hadn’t come in a week or something. His dick still throbbed inside his jeans from Eden’s body. Playing with all her holes, fucking her mouth, then her cunt, coming in her mouth and then in her cunt…

Priest growled in his chest, wanting to hide his annoyance over Eden’s effect on him. He shut the cabin door and locked it.

As Priest navigated back to the main road, Eden emailed the woman who rented her the cabin to close out the booking. The place had barely been touched. Other than scrubbing the sheets twenty times over from all the sex, the place did not need to be cleaned at all.

“How do I go back to my place and act like things are fine?” Eden asked.

“I can’t answer that, doll.”

“Because it doesn’t bother you, does it? Killing people and all that.”

“I’m not going to talk about that either. I told you what I told you before. That’s in the past. There’s nothing for you to worry about now.”

“So I just go on with my life,” Eden said. “What about you? And me? I mean, not like that or anything. You’re a bad guy, Priest. That’s just who you are. That’s fine. I’m just not—”

Priest reached out, grabbed the back of Eden’s neck and pulled her down. She let out a yell and felt the shifter smash against her right breast. Her face hit Priest’s right leg.

That’s one way to ask for a blowjob when driving , Eden thought.

“Fuck,” Priest growled out loud. “Sorry about this, doll.”

Before Eden could say something, the back windshield of her SUV exploded. She heard the glass shatter and she gasped. Priest cut the wheel to the left, going into the opposite lane. There was no oncoming traffic just yet. Behind him a large pickup truck followed. A man hung out of the passenger window, gun in hand, shooting at Eden’s SUV.

“Someone isn’t happy with me or you or us,” Priest said. “Just stay the fuck down. I’ll get us out of this. Hang tight, doll.”

Eden felt herself shaking. Priest gritted his teeth as his eyes frantically searched left to right, his mind coming up with the best way to get out of this situation. These roads were unfamiliar to him.

The shooter in the pickup truck fired off more rounds. Priest moved Eden’s SUV to the right, then back to the left.

“Brace yourself, doll,” Priest said.

Eden had no idea what that meant. She shut her eyes and literally held her breath. Priest placed his right hand down to her body and slammed on the brakes as hard as he could.

The SUV skidded and the pickup truck slammed right into the back of it. Priest tightened his jaw, unsure if the airbag was going to deploy or not. The hit was hard but not hard enough for that, thankfully.

He looked into the rearview mirror and saw the pickup truck backing up, then turning around and driving off. What surprised him though was when he saw the shooter suddenly jump up and start to run after the pickup truck.

The guy had fallen from the passenger window. Now he hobbled, favoring his right leg and left shoulder. Priest quickly took a mental picture of the pickup truck’s license plate.

“One more bump, doll,” Priest said to Eden.

She had exhaled her breath already during the intense impact of the pickup truck hitting the back of her SUV. She didn’t know that it was a pickup truck, nor did she know that as Priest sped up in reverse, the one more bump would be him running over the man who shot out the back window. After hitting the gunman, Priest put the SUV into park.

“You’re safe now,” he said to Eden. “Just sit up and don’t look around.”

He opened the door and climbed out of the SUV, leaving Eden to slowly sit up.

Priest ran around to the back of the SUV, reached down and pulled the man he had run over from under it. The guy made a gurgling sound.

Without thinking straight, Priest stomped on the guy’s face as hard as he could. Not just once. He did it over and over until the guy’s face broke like a pumpkin.

He reached down and tore the guy’s shirt open next, looking for tattoos or markings to figure out who the fuck he was. All the guy had was a cheap tattoo of the name Anna Belle with a misshapen heart around it.

Priest stood back up and walked to the side of the road and rubbed his boot into the dirt and grass, scraping the guy’s face from his boot.

He turned his head and saw Eden staring at him from the passenger window. She placed her hand against the glass. He nodded to her. They were safe, for now. Maybe for ten seconds. Maybe for ten minutes.

Priest groaned and looked up. He told himself he should have just stayed in that fucking cabin all day.

Eating burgers… and eating Eden’s sweet cunt.

“Who the fuck is that?” Cyrus asked, pointing to the guy with the smashed in face.

“No idea,” Priest said. “I lost my cool. He shot out the back window. Almost killed Eden. I guess I had some built up anger issues.”

Priest stared Cyrus down. Waiting for Dr. Smile was taking its toll on Priest. Fitz wasn’t going to live forever either.

“Jesus Christ,” Slade said, surveying the scene. “This doesn’t make sense. Why this? Why now? Why Priest?”

“Maybe it’s not Priest,” Linc said. “The nurse seems to bring trouble with her.”

“What kind of fucking trouble?” Priest growled.

“We just had the prospects take care of a body,” Linc said. “And Darrow is still taking care of all the details. Not to mention you fucking killed a crew member.”

“Get off your high horse, Linc,” Priest said. “ Rattlers ? Fuck them.”

“Hey, everyone take a breath,” Cyrus said. “Can’t be arguing right now with the roadkill in front of us. But I will say something.” Cyrus stepped over the run over, smushed guy on the ground. “Priest, you know Linc has a point. She’s a nurse. She had a job. She did it. We owed her nothing. You made a promise and kept it. She was messing around with a member of the Rattlers .”

“ Prez , save the recap. No offense.”

“You should take offense to what I’m saying,” Cyrus said. “This is two dead bodies. Her fault or not, she’s here for it. She’s not wearing your ink, Priest. You know what that means.”

Priest turned away from Cyrus and walked back to the SUV. He opened the door and reached inside for Eden. Bailing on her now was the right thing to do. Ditching her seemed fair. Hell, if need be, kill her, put her in the SUV and hide the fucking vehicle in the woods somewhere. It was all right there in Priest’s head. His normal dark logic that always served SOFRAW well.

But when Eden took his hand and she climbed over the middle console, then jumped out of the SUV and into his arms, he held her tight and felt himself in a situation much worse than being attacked from behind and left in a coma. The touch of the right woman at the wrong time.

“Fuck, doll,” Priest groaned.

Eden clung to him, shaking. He knew that one thing in his life that could not exist was fear. Fear created hesitation. It created stupid decisions. Fear was the doorknob to opening the door for death.

“You have to stop being afraid,” Priest growled to Eden. “It’s in the past.”

“In the past?” Eden asked as she looked at Priest. “It’s behind my fucking car. We were shot at. You ran someone over.”

“That’s right. I fucking did that to protect you.”

“I am so afraid right now, Priest,” Eden confessed in a whisper. “Yet I can’t imagine not being near you right now either. There’s no other side to you, is there? No soft and slow and calm side?”

“No, doll, there’s not. This is who I am. This is my life. I sit to the right of the President of Sins of Fire Real Anarchy West . My life is built around chaos, violence, and murder. I’ll get you home safely, doll, but that’s about it. Nothing is going to change.”

Eden had her window to get away from it all. She assumed she had the trust from Priest and the rest of the bikers that she would never speak a word of what had happened. She was safer with Cody dead. There was no doubt about it. But was she safe in the arms of an outlaw like Priest?

“I can’t go back home, Priest,” Eden said. “Not yet. Not after what just happened here. You said that my ex is part of some other crew? What if—”

“Then you’re coming back to the clubhouse with me,” Priest cut in.

“I’m not dumb either. I know there’s tension with me being around.”

“It’s a messed up time right now. That’s all I can tell you. You’ll never know the full truths or lies of anything either, doll. That’s how this works. I keep my promises though. And I only make the ones I can keep. That’s the best I can offer you.”

To Eden, that sounded almost romantic.

“Hey, nurse lady ,” Linc called out. “Any chance you have a shovel in the back here? So we can scrape up this guy’s smashed in face and brains?”

All the bikers started to laugh, including Priest.

Eden felt like she was going to vomit.