Savage Ending (Savage Series #4) by Lisa Renee Jones



    “It’s not my role to judge you,” the priest assures me. “But you’re welcome to join me in the confession booth.”

    “No,” Candace says quickly. “That won’t be necessary.”

    I laugh and she scowls at me.

    “That won’t be necessary,” I repeat. “We wouldn’t want to scare you away, Father.”

    He laughs, and says, “I don’t scare easily, but let’s move on and talk about your wedding.”

    And just like that, I dodge the confession booth and a bullet.

    We’re home-free and walking with fancy feet now.

    Onward to the wedding.

    And the hot honeymoon night.





CHAPTER TWO


    Savage

    March, less than a week before the wedding…

    “Is Barney getting married and why are you showing me his purple tuxedo?”

    The store attendant, some new guy who has his nose in the air and a stick up his ass, bristles. “Is this not your tuxedo?”

    Adam laughs. “Can it please be his tuxedo?”

    I scowl in his direction and then eye the snobby attendant with a badge that reads “Nicolas.” He is such a fucking Nicolas, too, which as far as I’m concerned is the equivalent to a Karen. Nicolas scowls. “The tag says right here, Jackie Mitchell. If you have buyer’s remorse—”

    “Once upon a time Jackie and Jill went up the hill. If I were Jackie, Jill would tumble right on top of me and stay there. But I am not, in fact, Jackie. If I was Jackie, I’d give someone a gun and tell them to shoot me.”

    Nicolas blinks at me. “You’re not Jackie?”

    “Jesus,” Adam murmurs. “No. He is not Jackie.”

    “Oh,” Nicolas states. “Well then, what is your name?”

    “Rick Savage and they call me Savage for a reason, Nicolas. Take the purple tuxedo to Barney.”

    He purses his lips and without so much as an apology, he walks away. I eye Adam and plop onto a velvet high back chair across from him. “I’m a cranky bitch, right?”

    “You are a cranky bitch,” Adam confirms, “but he deserves it. He has crap customer service skills. And you’re the customer, the groom, who’s nervous as fuck.”

    “I am,” I admit, scrubbing my jaw. “I just don’t want to screw up with Candace, you know?”

    “Candace knows what she’s getting herself into. She’s not going anywhere.”

    My cellphone rings and I snatch it from my pocket to find an unknown caller. My Spidey senses tingle. Spidey senses never mean anything good is about to happen. I answer the call with a scowl. “Who is this?”

    “Max. It’s Max, Savage.”

    And there it is. A problem. A piece of my past, a man I worked with under Tag. A man I killed with, and survived with, for all the wrong reasons. “Why are you calling?”

    “You owe me.”

    He’s talking about saving my life. I turn away from Adam. “Debt paid,” I remind him softly and add, “Times two.” I’m referencing Walker protecting his wife when he was on the run from Tag, when Tag would have killed him and her, alike. I also killed Tag and solved that problem for him.

    “Iraq, Mexico, Washington,” he says. “Three debts. Two down. One to go.”

    I curse because he’s right. He saved my ass three fucking times. I walk down the hallway and exit to the alleyway. “What do you want?”

    “I wasn’t just hiding from Tag. I made an enemy. A bad enemy.”

    I go cold, the promises I’ve made to Candace about who, and what, I am, playing in my head. “You want me to kill him.”

    “You won’t have to,” he assures me. “I have a data drive. If you get it to the right person, he’ll kill him for me. Just deliver the data. Debt paid.”