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

Chapter 25

Chapter Twenty-Five

Neck n’ Neck

E den found herself sitting outside on top of an old table that wobbled, drinking a semi-cold beer, just staring off into the distance, lost in thought about a little of everything and nothing all at the same time.

At one point, Mara walked by, her baby bump looking bigger by the hour. She waved at Eden and Eden waved back with her beer bottle, which prompted Mara to lift both middle fingers at Eden. Eden smiled.

For some reason, the whole thing just felt right. It almost felt like home. Motorcycle engines revving. Guys coming and going. The smell of exhaust with a touch of grease always lingering in the air.

The property itself was massive. Buildings scattered throughout and an entire back area which looked to be some kind of salvage yard. Eden hated to think it, but she wondered if there were bodies and bones hidden throughout the property too. She could only imagine the real history of the place. How many fights had taken place here. How many decisions had been made.

From the outside, it was easy to just assume these guys were nothing but outlaw criminals who hated everything about normal society. Which may have been true, but there was deeper meaning.

The clubhouse door opened and out came Linc with Nova. Linc had his arm around her, pulling her close, kissing her playfully yet aggressively, making her trip over her own two feet. It made Eden smile. That was real love. True love. The love that made a person insane.

Insane enough to kill a psycho ex?

Eden looked down. She knew that wasn’t love. Priest was just a complete psycho himself. In a different way. A different realm. Yet Eden attracted psychos.

But at least this psycho has a big, amazing dick…

Speaking of which, that was who exited the clubhouse next. Walking with Cyrus. The two almost huddled together as they walked and talked, shoulder to shoulder.

Eden stood up from the table, fighting the insane and sudden urge to run up to Priest and jump into his arms. She wanted to feel his hands all over her body. His big, strong, murderous hands.

“There she is,” Cyrus said to Eden with a wink. “Thought you escaped and left us. Climbed a fence and ran like a prisoner.”

“Me? No.” Eden smiled.

Cyrus winked again and then looked at Priest.

He grabbed Priest’s right shoulder and squeezed tight. “We’ll be ready when you are.”

Priest nodded. “Thanks, Prez . Long overdue.”

Priest knew it wasn’t the time or place to tell Eden about anything happening behind the scenes.

Dr. Smile is ready for his next patient.

Just thinking that made Priest’s heart race. Almost as much as it raced when he looked at Eden.

“Are you okay?” Eden asked him. “I’ve never seen you so… content .”

Priest turned his head and curled his lip. “You want me to be a monster, huh?”

Before Eden could respond, Priest picked her up and threw her on top of the old table. He leaned forward and down, lifting her shirt, playfully biting at her belly button, his wild tongue quickly flirting down to the top of her jeans.

Eden let out a yell and then covered her mouth. She sat up and started to pull away but Priest wasn’t having a second of that. He reached up with his hand and wrapped it around Eden’s throat. His rough touch sending waves of heat throughout her entire body.

Her head was driven down to the table and she looked up at a warm, bright blue sky. Priest had no issues with stripping Eden from the waist down and letting his tongue dive deep into her sweet, honey-laced cunt. It didn’t matter to him if nobody saw or if a crowd of a thousand gathered. They could all stare at Eden’s perfect cunt—he would be the one eating it.

Then again, now as he thought it, the idea of someone seeing Eden’s body at all made him want to kill someone. He never felt such odd, raw emotion before. The way it festered in his stomach and the way it made his heart race.

He kissed along Eden’s belly, to her right side, making her squeal and squirm from being suddenly tickled. He opened his hand on her throat and slid it to the back of her neck. He pulled and lifted her easily, then picked her up off the table and kissed her.

His tongue explored the depth of Eden’s mouth and she caught herself unable to control her needs as she began to rock her hips. Inside her mind she begged and screamed for Priest to take her inside and fuck her into total submission. She wanted to be left face down on the bed, her inner thighs trembling, a dull pain moving through her body, and a smile on her face.

Eden closed her eyes and continued to kiss Priest. When she opened them, the last thing she expected to see was Priest’s bitch of a wife staring, one eyebrow raised, hips cocked out to one side.

“The bitch is here again,” Eden said.

Priest turned his head fast. His body turned, puffed up, and for a second Eden thought he was going to attack his wife.

“You are not welcome here,” Priest bellowed.

“I want one million dollars and I’ll give you your divorce,” Angelica said.

Priest let out a growling HA! sound. “Who the fuck do you think we are? I don’t have that kind of money.”

“Then find it,” Angelica said. “Or I’ll be a thorn in your side.”

“Why don’t I just kick the shit out of you and end this?” Eden suddenly yelled.

“Did you just threaten to assault me?” Angelica asked, clutching at her chest.

She stepped back, pretending to be some kind of victim. A motorcycle revved loudly in the near distance. A second later, Darrow appeared, his two-wheeled steel ride moving really fast. So fast that Priest reached out and pushed Eden out of the way, behind him, making her fall from the table. She had to quickly regain her balance.

Priest figured for sure Darrow was being followed. He expected more motorcycles to show up, which if that happened from another crew, it would be instant chaos, violence, and murder.

Darrow rode alone though. He came to a fast stop and jumped off his motorcycle, ripping his helmet off and throwing it over his shoulder.

“It was her!” Darrow yelled.

He pointed at Angelica.

“She fucking did it, Priest! She hired those two backwoods goons to kill Eden!”

“What are you talking about?” Angelica asked. “Who tried to kill who?”

Darrow ran up to Priest. “Brother, I tracked down the driver of the truck. She hired them. Paid them each five grand. She was going to have them kill Eden and then either have you fall for her or just have them kill you. I’ve got the guy chained up in a shitty motel room off of Barone Street.”

Priest curled his lip. He looked at his wife. Behind Priest, Eden felt her heart racing. The racing then turned into heavy stomping inside her chest. A blinding white rage moved through her body like a fast spreading disease.

“He’s lying!” Angelica screeched.

“Yeah, I’m fucking lying,” Darrow said.

“You tied someone up! They would say anything!”

“Priest, I hate to ask this, but does your wife have a ladybug tattooed at her upper right thigh?”

Angelica gasped.

“You fucked the guy you hired to kill the woman I love?” Priest asked.

Everyone suddenly went into a state of shock.

Eden. Darrow. Angelica.

Eden’s mouth went dry.

L… love…?

She felt the same for Priest too, but…

“Fuck you all,” Angelica said. “Fuck you all! I had to do what I had to do! I want my money!”

“Get the fuck out of here and stay away,” Darrow said. “I won’t be able to stop Priest from—”

Eden heard herself scream before she realized she was screaming. She looked to her right and watched herself grab her empty beer bottle. She gripped the skinny neck of the bottle and smacked it off the table, breaking the bottle.

Eden then moved from around Priest and swung her right hand through the air. The broken beer bottle hit against the left side of Angelica’s neck. Blood appeared instantly. Eden dropped the broken beer bottle.

“Oh, fuck,” Darrow said.

Angelica grabbed for her neck. “You cut me! You tried to kill me!”

“Leave now or I’ll pick up that broken bottle and finish the job,” Priest warned. “And while you’re bleeding out, I’ll cut that tattoo next to your rotten cunt right off your body and make you eat it!”

Eden stood, her hands shaking uncontrollably. There was blood on her right hand. Angelica moved her hand away from her neck. Blood seeped from various cuts. It wasn’t a mortal wound.

Angelica ran to her car, her neck bleeding. She loudly wept, wanting to make a scene for herself. She got into her car and sped away, tires screeching.

That’s when both Priest and Darrow slowly looked at Eden. She held her right hand out. It was still shaking.

“I… I…”

“You sliced that cunt like a Thanksgiving Day turkey,” Darrow said. “You’re as crazy and badass as Mara.”

“Darrow, take a walk,” Priest said. Darrow started to turn but Priest grabbed his shoulder. “You’ll handle the other guy?”

“Of course, brother. I’m sorry about this. But I had to get the truth.”

“Appreciate that.”

Priest let Darrow go.

As Darrow walked away, Priest touched Eden’s face.

“Is this really how it happens?” Eden asked. “I just stabbed your wife in the neck with a broken beer bottle. And we’re staring at each other, about to tell each other we love one another.”

“You’re covered in my wife’s blood,” Priest said with a nod. “And, yeah, I’m going to tell you that I love you. And you’re going to tell me that you love me. That’s how it works in this world. There’s no romance.”

“Fuck romance,” Eden said. “The crazy outlaw shit is way hotter.”

For the first time in what felt like maybe forever, Priest smiled.