Page 12 of The Savage Outlaw

Oh, fuck, he thinks I’m a stripper, doesn’t he?

“I’m really a nurse,” Eden said.

“You got it,” the outlaw said.

He slapped his hand on the top of Eden’s car and then opened the gates. It was like watching a scene from hell unfold before her eyes.

Motorcycles everywhere. Bikers everywhere. Tall guys with muscles. Regular height guys with huge beer bellies. Tattoos and alcohol and women all around.

A good portion of the women were naked or working on getting naked. Every time Eden saw a pair of breasts, she gasped. Her jaw dropped when she saw a woman doing a handstand with her butt against a metal pole, legs spread, with another woman pouring whiskey onto the upside down woman’s vagina and then drinking and licking it.

When someone knocked on her window, Eden jumped and screamed. She turned her head.

“You look familiar,” a voice boomed in her face. “I know you. You’re from the hospital.”

“I guess I took a wrong turn leaving the break room,” Eden said.

She then felt two inches tall and wished she could vanish.

“What are you doing here? Need to check on Priest’s vitals or something?”

“Something like that,” Eden said. “I can tell you’re all really busy. I should just go.”

The biker wearing the leather cut with patches on it opened her door and reached inside to turn the car off. Eden pressed her back against the seat. She felt the biker’s right shoulder slide across her chest, to and from.

He dropped her keys into her lap. “Come on out. Priest is around here somewhere. Probably getting his dick choked on.”

Oh, this was a mistake.

“I’m a sick fuck,” the biker said. “Sorry, but not really. Monte.”

He offered a hand. Eden touched his hand and he pulled her from the car. She stood up and stumbled toward Monte. He put an arm around her and lowered his mouth down near her face.

“How about you forget about Priest and just come with me?” Monte offered.

Monte’s breath stunk like stale whiskey and teeth and a tongue that hadn’t met a toothbrush is about six years.

“I really should just leave,” Eden said. “I can talk to Priest another time. Or never.”

“Have a drink with me at least,” Monte said.

Eden realized Monte had started to walk, taking her with him. She dug her heels a little into the ground, but they just scraped.

Fuck…

Monte whistled and Eden jumped.

“We’ve got a little bit of royalty here! The nurse who kept Priest alive!”

Eden quickly started to shake her head. Now Eden had a bunch of bikers and outlaws pointing at her, raising their glasses and cups to her, pointing, smiling and nodding.

“Where the fuck is Priest anyway?” Monte called out. “He’s got about a minute left before I take this nurse back to my room for myself.”

Now Eden wanted to see Priest more than ever. She did not like Monte nor did she trust him one bit. He was big, strong,smelly, and she hated his entire vibe.

“Who the fuck is looking for me?” a voice boomed from behind Eden.

She took the opportunity to gently elbow Monte and push herself away from him. She turned around expecting to see Priest. Which she did. Priest stood there, maybe twenty feet away from her. Tall, menacing…and covered in blood.

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