Page 11 of The Savage Outlaw

“Dong?” Sophia asked. “Did you really just use that word?”

Eden ended up laughing, shaking her head.

Liv hugged her. “At least I got you to laugh for a second. Sorry for freaking out. I’m so angry and scared and I can’t possibly imagine how you must feel.”

“Why were you talking about that biker when you were knocked out?” Sophia asked. “I mean, just curious.”

Eden took the icepack from her head and stood up from the triage bed. She was basically free to leave whenever she wanted. Hospital security and the police had asked their questions and had moved on. Eden figured the hospital would have extra security just to be safe and keep everyone else calm. Same with police presence outside the hospital.

She caught herself biting at a small piece of skin next to her right pointer fingernail. Her mind spinning with thoughts. The depths of her mind telling her what she was thinking about right now maybe suggested she actually had a concussion.

Why had Eden mumbled that biker’s name a few times when she was knocked out? Because she knew this thing with Cody was never going to end. Conventional ways would not work. What Eden needed was a bit of outlaw justice.

What Eden needed was for someone like Priest to beat the living shit out of Cody and ensure her psycho ex would stay away forever.

It’s insane.

You’re insane.

Completely and totally insane.

Eden felt like she didn’t have much of a choice. Arriving back to her apartment she found a bouquet of roses waiting for her from Cody.

A note that read:HEAD over heels for you!

Eden touched the still swollen golf ball sized mark on her head from Cody’s attack in the bathroom. This was the kind of stuff Cody did.

Even if the police took her seriously, sending a woman roses wasn’t a crime. Emphasizing the wordHEADwasn’t a crime. Cody kept everything circumstantial. He was a total psycho but also smart.

If arrested, then what? Lawyers? Court? And…?

Probably nothing. Or if Cody got into trouble, that would not stop him. Nothing was going to stop him.

Unless…

That single word had Eden driving dangerously close to where theSins of Fire Real Anarchy Westmotorcycle club conducted their business.

At first Eden wasn’t sure what to really look for. Then she heard the noises. A party going on. Music blaring. Random motorcycle engines revving. Yells and cheers and laughter. Everything hidden behind large gates. Kind of like arriving to a castle built in hell and pulled to earth.

Eden turned toward the gate and then decided against her decision. By then—somehow—two gigantic figures appeared at the back of her car, blocking her from moving in reverse.

“Shit,” she whispered.

One of the muscular figures walked toward her side of the car. She put the window down, debating on acting completely dumb.

Sorry, sir, I took a wrong turn! This isn’t my chiropractors office!

“I’m really sorry,” she managed to say.

The outlaw crouched down and moved closer to her face.

“Are you here for Priest?”

“I guess so,” Eden said. “I was his nurse. In the hospital.”

“Oh, right. You’re anurse.”

The outlaw smirked at her.

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