Chapter 4
Storm
“Make sure neither one of them sneak out a different way. They have to get in my car.” I place my hand on Chopper’s shoulder, knowing he’ll listen to my instructions and won't let Roxy out of his sight.
“Where are we going?”
I smirk when he says we. I knew he’d be more than happy to come along for the ride.
“McHugh’s,” I growl. I hate that bar. It’s full of stupid men who are more immature than our worst prospect.
“Awesome, I’ll get my brass knuckles for when a fight breaks out.” Chopper rolls his eyes.
“Nah, we’re playing this low key. I promised Roxy we wouldn’t get involved unless there was some sort of threat to them.”
“You know our cuts will get us more than enough attention. None of it will be good either.”
“I'm thinking we go in without them.” I nod my head. He’s absolutely correct.
I swear our cuts are like a magnet to drunk idiots. They all think they can take on a Savage and win because the alcohol makes them feel invincible.
Then we have to lay them out on the ground because there’s no way a Savage is going to let anyone think they can have the upper hand. Especially not some drunk frat boy.
“Porter won't like it.”
“Let me deal with Porter. You keep an eye on the girls.”
I exit the Saloon and jog across the street to Savage Repairs. I keep my SUV around the back and only use it when my bike will draw too much attention.
The windows of my SUV are blacked out. I don’t need people snooping and looking inside. It makes me feel even safer having the girls in the back.
As soon as I slip behind the wheel, I call Porter. I always keep him in the loop when it comes to his daughters or us taking off our cuts.
“What’s going on, Storm?” Porter answers on the first ring.
“Roxy closed the Saloon.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. What does she have planned?” Porter sighs, knowing his daughters all too well.
“She’s going to McHugh’s and is taking a slightly tipsy Dixie with her.”
“And you’re calling me to let me know you’re going with them?”
“Going with them… without cuts on.”
“Storm,” the warning in his voice is clear as day. He doesn’t like us going anywhere without them on. They let the entire world know who we are, while also letting them know if they mess with us, they’re messing with the entire club.
“It’s the only way to fly under the radar and not gain attention from any idiot itching for a fight. Plus, Roxy will try to lose us if she thinks we’ll ruin her fun. You know that. If guys stay away from them because of us, she’ll sneak out and go to a different bar.”
“That’s true. Take Chopper and two of the prospects with you. I'm sure Oakley will show up at the club eventually and you might need some backup.”
“Just what I need is the third Reeves daughter to protect,” I grumble.
Porter laughs and hangs up without saying goodbye.
He knows exactly what his daughters are like.
They think they get away with things, but Porter knows every step they take and every move they make.
Sometimes I swear he even knows about the things they think they get away with. There’s no way he doesn’t.
Pulling the car around to the front door of Savage Saloon, I impatiently wait for the girls to come out. It takes almost twenty minutes before Roxy and Dixie exit with Chopper and two prospects behind them.
Somehow Dixie changed out of her sundress and into black leather pants and a red corset top. She’s wearing the heeled boots Roxy had on earlier, making her long legs look even longer.
Roxy opens the back door and slips inside. She smirks at me when she catches me staring at Dixie. She’s still wearing the same outfit she was back in the Saloon and I silently thank God for making my life slightly easier.
If Roxy were wearing Dixie’s outfit, there would be no stopping her at McHugh’s. Roxy’s too outgoing. Too unpredictable. She’ll take risks and chances just to tick us off or push our buttons.
Dixie’s more reserved. She won't go out of her way to make my life difficult… As long as I don’t give her a reason to. If you upset her, she’s harder to deal with than Roxy and Oakley combined.
Porter raised strong-willed daughters. I know it was difficult for him to run the club while raising them alone after his wife died, but he did it without ever complaining.
He wanted his daughters to be strong, confident, and able to take care of themselves.
He made sure they wouldn’t take crap from anyone and it shows in every move they make.
“Why is she dressed like that?” I groan as I think of how many men will try to get their hands on Dixie.
The corset accentuates her narrow waist and shows off her perfect curves. The leather pants hug her like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination.
“She wants to find a man, I'm helping her do that.” Roxy’s smirk widens even more.
“She won't find the man she wants dressed like this and you know it,” I growl. “Guys will be all over her.”
“Yup! And you’re just going to sit by and watch.”
“Not if they touch her.”
“Not if they touch her without her permission.” Roxy points a finger in my face and wiggles her eyebrows.
“Stop poking the bear, Honey Badger,” Chopper singsongs.
“Did you seriously just call me a Honey Badger?” Roxy’s voice drops dangerously low.
“Rox, baby, if you had to identify with only one animal in the entire world, you’re a honey badger. Just accept it and move on.” Chopper smirks as he glances over his shoulder at Roxy.
The prospects chuckle from the backseat. They know they could never get away with saying something like that to the Reeves triplets.
“Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want to get your face bashed in today?” Roxy spins in her seat to face them. Her glare is enough to make them sober and stop laughing.
“No, ma’am. Chopper isn't even a little bit funny,” the blonde kid, Jasper, says. His wide eyes show how terrified he is of Roxy.
“Yeah, we were laughing about how hard you’re probably going to smack him when we get out of this car.” The black-haired kid, Morris, swallows hard. I chuckle as I watch them in the rearview mirror. They haven’t found their balls yet.
“I'm sure,” Roxy grumbles under her breath. She spins back around with a huff and folds her arms across her chest.
“Tonight’s going to be so much fun,” I mumble under my breath.
I lift the glass of bourbon to my lips and swallow. The burn momentarily distracts me from the men fawning all over Dixie.
“Do you think she just tries to drive me crazy?” Chopper nods towards the girls. They’re in the center of the dance floor with men surrounding them.
“I think the three of them try to drive everyone crazy,” I grumble as I take another sip of my alcohol. I’ll need a lot more of this if I'm supposed to stay in my seat and not march over there, throw Dixie over my shoulder, and stomp out to the car.
Dixie’s sandwiched between Oakley and Roxy. They’re dancing more sensually than I’ve ever seen women dance before. Every guy in this place has their eyes on them and no one else.
One takes a step closer and reaches for Roxy’s wrist. Chopper growls and jumps to his feet, but I stop him before he races over and punches the guy in the face, starting a fight in the middle of this place without his cut on.
I know the four of us can hold our own, but I'm not getting into a fight with dozens of men. We’re more than outnumbered and I don’t feel like being sore tomorrow. I'm too old for this crap.
“Calm down,” I hiss as I yank him back to his seat.
Roxy smiles up at the guy, but when he tries to slip his arm around her waist, it disappears.
Before he can do anything else, she pinches a spot on his bicep and his face crumbles.
It’s a pressure point that causes intense pain and will make it so he can't use that arm for the next few minutes.
He backs away slowly, never taking his eyes off of her.
“See, she’s fine. I promised we wouldn’t get involved unless they needed us.”
Oakley says something in Dixie’s ear, then she heads towards the bar. I know I should be watching her, but I can't seem to take my gaze off the breathtaking woman in front of me.
I’d never admit it to another person, but I’ve been drawn to my Little Fox for years. There’s something alluring about her. Something I can't quite put my finger on.
“Great, Oakley just got half a dozen shots,” Jasper groans. “How are they still standing?”
“Because they aren’t wimps like you,” Morris, the other prospect, chuckles. “They know how to handle themselves.”
I watch each of the triplets toss back two shots and shake my head. They’re going to feel this in the morning, that’s for sure.
It takes less than ten minutes before Dixie can barely stand up. The low lives start to circle, trying to figure out if it’s time for them to step in and attempt to convince one of the girls to go home with them.
“I'm calling it. Dixie can barely stand up.” I rise from my seat, knowing the rest will follow me.
Pushing my way through the crowd, I don’t stop until I'm standing in front of Dixie, shoving some idiot out of the way.
“What the heck, man?” He tries to get closer to Dixie again, but I don’t let him. “I was here first.”
“Go home, little boy. She doesn’t want you,” I growl, never taking my eyes off of Dixie.
I snake an arm around her waist and she giggles as she falls into my chest. She doesn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around me and her eyes slide shut as she lays her head right over my heart.
“I think she should get to decide that for herself. Don’t you want to come home with me, darling?” He flashes her a bright smile and all I want to do is bash in his pearly white, straight teeth.
“You’re so warm, Stormy,” she mumbles, hugging me even closer.
I ignore the nickname the girls love to call me. I swear they only do it to set me off, but I’ve never heard Dixie use it before. Somehow, I don’t hate it when she says it.
“C’mon, Little Fox. I think it’s time to get you home.”