Page 57 of The Savage Outlaw

Eden showered and got dressed into fresh clothing. She felt human for the first time in a couple days.

As fast as they arrived at the cabin, they were now leaving. Priest held the door for her and when she walked by, he felt his nostrils actually throbbing, smelling her fresh, clean hair and her skin. And her clothes.

He turned his head away and gritted his teeth. You could have sworn he hadn’t come in a week or something. His dick still throbbed inside his jeans from Eden’s body. Playing with all her holes, fucking her mouth, then her cunt, coming in her mouth and then in her cunt…

Priest growled in his chest, wanting to hide his annoyance over Eden’s effect on him. He shut the cabin door and locked it.

As Priest navigated back to the main road, Eden emailed the woman who rented her the cabin to close out the booking. The place had barely been touched. Other than scrubbing the sheets twenty times over from all the sex, the place did not need to be cleaned at all.

“How do I go back to my place and act like things are fine?” Eden asked.

“I can’t answer that, doll.”

“Because it doesn’t bother you, does it? Killing people and all that.”

“I’m not going to talk about that either. I told you what I told you before. That’s in the past. There’s nothing for you to worry about now.”

“So I just go on with my life,” Eden said. “What about you? And me? I mean, not like that or anything. You’re a bad guy, Priest. That’s just who you are. That’s fine. I’m just not—”

Priest reached out, grabbed the back of Eden’s neck and pulled her down. She let out a yell and felt the shifter smash against her right breast. Her face hit Priest’s right leg.

That’s one way to ask for a blowjob when driving, Eden thought.

“Fuck,” Priest growled out loud. “Sorry about this, doll.”

Before Eden could say something, the back windshield of her SUV exploded. She heard the glass shatter and she gasped. Priest cut the wheel to the left, going into the opposite lane. There was no oncoming traffic just yet. Behind him a large pickup truck followed. A man hung out of the passenger window, gun in hand, shooting at Eden’s SUV.

“Someone isn’t happy with me or you or us,” Priest said. “Just stay the fuck down. I’ll get us out of this. Hang tight, doll.”

Eden felt herself shaking. Priest gritted his teeth as his eyes frantically searched left to right, his mind coming up with the best way to get out of this situation. These roads were unfamiliar to him.

The shooter in the pickup truck fired off more rounds. Priest moved Eden’s SUV to the right, then back to the left.

“Brace yourself, doll,” Priest said.

Eden had no idea what that meant. She shut her eyes and literally held her breath. Priest placed his right hand down to her body and slammed on the brakes as hard as he could.

The SUV skidded and the pickup truck slammed right into the back of it. Priest tightened his jaw, unsure if the airbag was going to deploy or not. The hit was hard but not hard enough for that, thankfully.

He looked into the rearview mirror and saw the pickup truck backing up, then turning around and driving off. What surprised him though was when he saw the shooter suddenly jump up and start to run after the pickup truck.

The guy had fallen from the passenger window. Now he hobbled, favoring his right leg and left shoulder. Priest quickly took a mental picture of the pickup truck’s license plate.

“One more bump, doll,” Priest said to Eden.

She had exhaled her breath already during the intense impact of the pickup truck hitting the back of her SUV. She didn’t know that it was a pickup truck, nor did she know that as Priest sped up in reverse, theone more bumpwould be him running over the man who shot out the back window. After hitting the gunman, Priest put the SUV into park.

“You’re safe now,” he said to Eden. “Just sit up and don’t look around.”

He opened the door and climbed out of the SUV, leaving Eden to slowly sit up.

Priest ran around to the back of the SUV, reached down and pulled the man he had run over from under it. The guy made a gurgling sound.

Without thinking straight, Priest stomped on the guy’s face as hard as he could. Not just once. He did it over and over until the guy’s face broke like a pumpkin.

He reached down and tore the guy’s shirt open next, looking for tattoos or markings to figure out who the fuck he was. All the guy had was a cheap tattoo of the name Anna Belle with a misshapen heart around it.

Priest stood back up and walked to the side of the road and rubbed his boot into the dirt and grass, scraping the guy’s face from his boot.

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