Page 22 of Dark Savior

Fucking great. More roaches to stomp out before they could infest more area.

“We won’t let that happen,” Drake said, taking over the meeting. “Five of my men will remain here to protect Rachel, which is who they’re after. The president wants her, though none of us know why. I imagine we’ll find out once we get our hands on him.” I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest as I listened to him lay out the plan.

“Those of us not staying will ride. We’ll strike at night. The place they’re building currently has no electricity. The most light we may have to worry about are from any fires. It should be a new moon, so we won’t have to worry about moonlight.”

“The plan when we get there?” Brittany asked, leaning forward and bracing her elbows on the table, her fingers steepled in front of her chin.

“Take out everyone except the president.” Carter looked at me. “Any special requests?”

I smirked, blood lust thrumming through my veins. “I want the fingers of every son of a bitch who played a hand in almost taking Rachel from me.” Because I wanted to deliver them to my woman. They would be proof that none of them could ever harm her again.

Carter nodded once. “Consider it done.”

12

Callan

I slid up behind Rachel, palming her lower back as I leaned down to press a kiss to her temple. She looked up at me, the fingers of her right hand curled around the beer bottle in front of her. Her casted wrist was resting on the counter. I knew keeping it sort of elevated helped with the discomfort.

“Everything good?” she asked, her eyes guarded like she knew I was going to leave her. I fucking hated it. I didn’t want to, but the chance to make those fuckers pay for even daring to touch her was too good to pass up, and I trusted London’s Tears to keep her safe. They had more men to spare than we did.

I nodded. “Plan’s in motion.” I slid my thumb beneath the hem of her shirt, letting it glide over her skin. She relaxed back into me. “We ride out tomorrow morning.”

She ran her eyes over my face for a moment. I stayed silent, letting her work through whatever she was feeling. Turmoil resided in her dark irises, like she wasn’t sure if she wanted me to leave. Finally, she blew out a soft breath, nodding her head in acceptance. “Just be careful?”

I slipped two fingers under her chin and tipped her head back to press my lips to hers in a soft, slow, drugging kiss. She moaned into my mouth, turning her upper body so she could grasp my cut in her fist, her beer long forgotten. “I always am, kitten,” I promised against her sweet mouth.

I jerked upright when a hand landed on my shoulder, and I glanced over, arching a brow at Drake. He tipped his chin up at me in greeting before looking at Rachel. “You mind introducing me to your old lady?”

Rachel snorted and grabbed her beer before turning to face the bar again, giving him her back. My lips twitched in amusement. Things other outlaws found disrespectful in a woman, I found amusing. Rachel didn’t take any shit, and she didn’t like being talked about like she wasn’t right there in the room.

“This is Rachel,” I told Drake. “She’s also Carter’s little sister. Highly respected around here.” There was a warning in my words that I hoped he caught. She wasn’t one to be fucked with. I didn’t give a damn if he was the president of London’s Tears or not. I’d make him pay if he disrespected my woman, even if she disrespected him first.

Really, in my eyes, she could do no wrong.

Drake moved around to Rachel’s other side and held out his hand. She eyed it but didn’t move to take it. I had to bite back a snort. Fuck, I loved this woman. “Drake,” he informed her. “President of London’s Tears.”

Her lip curled up the tiniest bit. “That supposed to mean something to me?”

He cracked a grin then, laughing softly. “I like you.” He took a seat on the bar stool next to her. I remained standing, my hand still on her lower back. She leaned into me a little again, seeking my heat and my stability. “You remind me of a woman I know.”

“Not sure if that’s a compliment,” she mused, arching a single brow at him.

He laughed. “It is. She’s a hell-raiser. Takes no shit. Isn’t afraid to speak her mind. To live in the world we live in, women need to be hardened. Need to be able to stand on their own two feet and protect themselves.” He looked at me over her shoulder for a moment before meeting her eyes again. “You’ve got a good man standing behind you.”

The smirk was clear in her words when she replied, “I know I do.”

He chuckled, grabbing the beer one of the hang-arounds placed in front of him before lifting it in a sort-of toast before getting up from his seat, nodding once at his VP, who was watching him impatiently. “I’ll see you around, Rachel. Enjoy your night.”

With that, he followed his VP outside. Rachel turned to look up at me. “I half expected him to be an asshole.”

I snorted. “Not really Drake’s style, though he’s definitely not someone you want on the opposing side.” I threaded my fingers through her hair, keeping her head tilted back. “What do you say we turn in and get some sleep?”

“Here?” she asked.

I nodded. “Unless you’d be more comfortable at home.”

She sighed. “Might as well get used to it,” she grumbled. “I assume I’m being forced to fuckin’ stay here while y’all are gone?”