Page 37 of The Savage Outlaw

“Lord save us,” Deed said, rolling his eyes.

Slade ended up on one knee next to Custer, cradling the old man’s head. Cyrus and Priest stood next to each other, looking down at Custer.

“Is he dead?” Cyrus asked.

Custer let out a snoring sound.

“Christ, one sip of that poison and he’s sleeping,” Priest said.

“We should have him checked,” Slade said. “He fell hard. He might have broken something.”

“Let him sleep it off and see if he’s in pain later,” Linc said. “Stupid old man.”

Cyrus nudged Priest. “Where’s that nurse? She here today? She could look after Custer.”

“She’s not here,” Priest said.

“Did you call off Drix and Dolph yet?”

“You still have them running protection for her?” Linc asked. “What does her protection have to do with the club?”

“Fuck yourself,VP,” Priest said.

Linc took a step, ready to put Priest back into a coma. Priest took a step, ready to squeeze Linc’s head so hard, he eyes would pop out and Priest could chew on them and spit them to the floor. Instead of that happening, Custer thrust his hips, passed gas, and then he began to piss himself.

“I want nothing to do with this,” Cyrus growled. “Get him off the fucking floor and get someone to clean up the mess.”

“Perfect job for Bram,” Linc said. “Poor kid.”

“Heard he lost his head,” Priest said.

“Not fucking funny at all,” Cyrus said. “I want everything around here fucking fixed. And if someone cut off that stripper’s tits, speak up now.”

Nobody made a sound. Except Custer. He groaned. And pissed some more. The entire room started to smell.

“Why does old man piss smell so bad?” Monte asked.

“Probably all the fucking sexually transmitted diseases festering for decades,” Deed said.

“Everyone out of here,” Cyrus ordered.

They all pushed their way out. It was easier to smell the stench of whiskey and woman out in the clubhouse than Custer’s ancient urine.

Priest found himself right next to Darrow. The two faced off.

“You’re going to be a father?” Priest asked.

“That’s right,” Darrow said.

“You’re a brother to me. And if she’s yours and she’s got your ink and carrying your baby, then good for you both. I’d take a bullet for you. And her. And your unborn child.”

“Appreciate that, Priest,” Darrow said.

Priest walked away and went outside. He gritted his teeth. His head throbbed. A lot of shit right now did not make sense to him. One of the things that did not make sense to Priest was Eden.

She should not have come here for help, Priest thought.

There was no real point in doing something good when it only twisted reality up. Plus, Priest knew what he had to do to help Eden…

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