Page 13 of Savage Possession
“Not so fast, sweet angel. You’re not getting away from me that easily.” Come what fucking may, I’m not giving up what belongs to me.
I get a squeal of surprise from her that strokes across my libido. My entire body buzzes with the need to spread her wide and watch her body receive me fully. The second I get her to my cabin, she’s losing the dress. I’ll have her virgin blood before sunrise. I don’t care about anyone or anything right now. I love my brothers and I am loyal to the Savage blood in my veins. But what can I say, I never saw love coming my way with trouble on her heels.
She’s over my shoulder and I’m already halfway to the back door when I growl, “Shh, angel. Save all those gasps for when I tie you to my bed.”
But the rumble of motors cut me off our exit.
4
ASH
The night air in Haven always tastes different when there’s trouble brewing. It’s got an electric tang and tastes like metal and ozone right before a bayou thunderstorm. I feel it crawling up my spine as soon as the first rumble of Harley engines splits the hush on Main Street.
I lower Isa to the floor and hold her until she finds her balance. “Is that your crew brothers?”
There’s innocent hope in her voice.
“No, angel. That’s not the Savages. The cadence is all wrong.”
I slide Isa to my side, keeping my arm possessively around her waist for a second longer than I should. Her torn satin dress clings to her petite frame, making her look breakable, almost ghostly through the slits of light coming in from the streetlights.
But the stubborn tilt of her chin and the blue fire in her eyes say otherwise. That’s the first thing that drew me to her, that contradiction of soft and fierce yet scared and stubborn as hell.
“Stay here,” I tell her, my voice rougher than I intended.
I don’t wait for her argument. She’s shivering from adrenaline or fear—maybe both—and has no business in the middle of whatever is about to go down.
I push her behind me with a hand splayed across her delicate hip, feeling how tiny she is compared to the monster I’ve become in this life. I flick the lock and step into the street, the clang of the bookstore’s bell still jangling.
Neon from theBroken Chaptersign throws jagged light over the cracked pavement. My boots make a heavy thud that syncs with the thuds of my heartbeat. No one rides into Savage Reign territory without an invitation, and tonight their welcome crew is little ’ol me. I’m outnumbered and in a mood to bleed if it means keeping Isa safe.
A small hand settles between my shoulder blades.
Isa.
Of course, she doesn’t listen.
I feel her behind me, her touch burning the middle of my back through the leather of my cut. She’s stubborn, but her courage makes my chest ache in a way I never expected. I never saw myself as the kind of man who’d fall—much less fall first—but I’d walk through fire for her, and I don’t even know why. Maybe it’s the way she looks at me, like I’m the only man in the world who can save her, even though she’s apparently survived more than her fair share of shitty situations.
The Vultures roar to a stop five across, hogging the center of Main like they own it. Their president, Grudge, peels himself off the back of one bike and throws a shit-eating grin my way. Streetlights glare off the gold in his teeth, making him look even more like a villain from an old New Orleans ghost story.
I push Isa further behind me, shielding her with my body. “Angel, if I don’t make it out of this, you run. Lock yourself in the bookstore safe and set off the alarm. Reaper or one of my brothers will come for you. You hear me?”
She opens her mouth to protest. “But, Ash?—”
“No arguments.” My voice is rough with regret and rising worry. I’m not arrogant enough to think I can take on six guys with two guns. I risk a glance over my shoulder, meet her wide, terrified eyes, and lower my voice. “Promise me.”
She nods, lips trembling.
I step forward, letting every one of those Vultures see exactly who they’re dealing with. My shadow swallows Isa. I want her as far from this as possible, but she clings to me, her hand still on my back, grounding me, making it clear she’s not running unless I’m dead.
I scan Grudge and his men. They look cocky, like the kind of bastards who think numbers mean power. They’re wrong. Haven belongs to the Savages, and even if I’m alone tonight, I’ll make them remember why they steer clear of our parish.
“I see you’re finally someone’s little bitch, Grudge. What happened to get you on the back of your VP’s bike? Lose a coin toss?”
Grudge’s eyes narrow.
He swings his leg off the bike, jaw jutting and his head thrown back with that damn chin of his begging to get cracked with a solid right hook.
