Savage Outlaw Quotes

“Nearing eight months since he’d seen her, and now she was engaged.

Damn.

It was the wakeup call Butcher needed. That was for damn sure.

Forget the burning in his soul.

It was time to purge Roux Tucker from his mind.

He’d been a pathetic, pining little bitch for too long.

She was someone else’s problem now.”
― V. Theia, Savage Outlaw

“Constantly drawn to a woman he couldn’t have.

Not for any other reason other than he’d get killed if he ever attempted to make her belong to him.

She hated him because he didn’t try.

Butcher hated himself for the same reason.”
― V. Theia, Savage Outlaw

“The woman he’d last had eight long months ago and she was still digging her talons into his psyche.

Owning him from a distance.”
― V. Theia, Savage Outlaw

“Butcher by name. Biker by nature.”
― V. Theia, Savage Outlaw

“The club life was a hard one. Violent, turbulent, often dangerous.”
― V. Theia, Savage Outlaw

“Tucker’s didn’t forgive easily, and they held a grudge for eternity.

It was one of life’s lessons she’d received from her bossy dad.

She was young, not bratty. Sure, she might be a bit of a handful at times, but what woman wasn’t? She’d grown up around the MC, it meant she matured a long time ago, around men who drank, cavorted, and caused holy hell.”
― V. Theia , Savage Outlaw

“wherever you go, I’d find you, Roux. Do you know why? Because you’re always seeking me out too.”
― V. Theia, Savage Outlaw

“Kiss me already, god. I can’t take the hungry looks any longer.” She told him with boldness. Her breath fanning his face and her eyes … fuck, her eyes could seduce any man and they trained on him.

Then he kissed her.

A growl gurgling at the back of his throat, he took her lips like he’d been starving for his whole life waiting for a kiss like this one.

Her mouth offered him everything Butcher didn’t know he’d needed and now was dying for.

She was a breath. A yearning.
Her mouth parted so inviting and he dove in with his tongue.

When her taste filled his mouth, the ticking bomb inside his head intensified. It only grew louder as her fingers speared into his hair and kissed him back like she was meant to kiss only him.

Like she needed his flavor drenching her mouth in the same way.
She moaned.
Butcher grunted his arousal, holding the back of her head to keep her right there. And when her mouth opened again, he pushed in to chase her tongue.

His free hand sloped down the curve of her back until he had a grip of her ass, helping her to move on him. Fuck, she was like a serpent curling her hips, driving him crazy and then crazier still, he lifted his pelvis from the chair in hopes of getting closer to that heaven but that would only happen if she let Butcher take her somewhere private.
One more taste.
Another bite and suck.
One more bruising kiss.
Not a kiss. It was a possession.”
― V. Theia, Savage Outlaw

“Those lavender eyes owned him now as they did four years ago.
Where it all fucking started.
She became the starring role of his misery and his awakening.
He didn’t know at the time it was with a little girl too damn young for his tongue or his hands. But that night, four years ago, Roux Tucker crashed into his life and demanded everything from him.
It almost led to his death, but he’d do it over and over and over.
She only had to demand it from him again.”
― V. Theia, Savage Outlaw

“He might win her back with a pet tiger but never with a bunch of daisies.”
― V. Theia, Savage Outlaw

“Unlike Reaper’s story, this was no fairy tale. He didn’t get the girl in the end.
Roux was out of his reach for good now.”
― V. Theia, Savage Outlaw

“Where Roux Tucker was concerned, Butcher was not the patient man he was known for being. He was a ticking bomb, ready to explode his feelings all over.

He wanted her.

He needed her.

He craved her.

And yet he couldn’t have her without causing a war between two clubs.

Axel nearly killed Butcher the night he found out about them. Rider intervened. It wasn’t because the Souls were afraid of the Diablos, far from it. That club was a piss in the water compared to Butcher’s club.

It was a secret that had kept him away from claiming her as his old lady.

He loved her enough to give her freedom even when it was a veiled sense of it.

She wouldn’t hear the truth from him. Though it killed him.”
― V. Theia, Savage Outlaw

“She was engaged.

His Roux was fucking engaged to someone else.

Butcher didn’t know if he was sad or murderous.

The frenzy of fury and hate tore up the lining of his guts.

Envy too.

So much fucking envy he felt sickened by it.

She should have a life. She should fall in love.

She needed to get away from that place and her father’s thumb more than anything, he’d always wanted happiness for Roux. Knowing it couldn’t be him fucking twisted him up inside.

But the resentment that it wasn’t his ring on her finger did a number on his mind.

He wanted to hurt something so he could stop hurting.”
― V. Theia, Savage Outlaw