Page 78 of Filthy Savage

As those words leave her mouth, my heart beats so fucking loud, I almost wonder if I heard right.

It can’t beher. There’s no way in hell.

“Say something else,” I demand.

The darkness still clouds her face, but shit, it was her. It had to be.

I should turn on the light and see for myself. But I can’t do it. If it is her, it means I came to kill the one woman I’ve lived and breathed to find these past years.

“I beg you,” she whispers.

I close my eyes, that voice feeding this insatiable void I’ve carried all this time.

“I won’t say anything. I promise, Fionn.”

Fuck! It’s her!

“Emily?”

But that’s not her damn name. All this time, I’ve been looking for someone who didn’t exist.

Taking a slow drag of a breath, I attempt to dispel my rage. But it’s pointless. Finding the nearest light switch, I turn it on.

It takes me a few seconds to take her in. Those hazel eyes. That dark hair. Curves I’ve been dreaming about.

It’s her. There’s no denying it.

The shock of seeing her after all this time sends me back a step. I’m staring at the woman I’ve been unable to forget.

And suddenly, the only thing I want to do is take her in my arms and kiss her.

“What the hell?” My tone comes out harsher than I meant it.

She backs away, planting herself against the wall, her body shaking, eyes full of fear.

Ofme.

Fuck. She saw me kill someone. Of course she’s terrified.

Stalking closer, I reach for her face, slowly feathering my fingers over the soft skin of her cheek while she shivers. And that kills me.

“Stay away from me!” She plants a hand between us, but I easily wrench it away.

My pulse pounds, unable to believe she’s really here.

“Emily… Fuck!” Anger races through my veins. “That’s not your name. I’ve been fucking thinking about you all this time, and I didn’t even know your name.”

“Are you serious right now?”

Her head shakes with a scoff, and I finally see it. Disappointment.

“I just watched you kill a man, and you wanna talk about my name?” she whisper-shouts. “You…” She digs a finger into my chest. “…have no right to judge me. Just get the hell out of here!”

A smile winds the corner of my mouth. Because she touched me. She can be as angry as she wants if she keeps touching me like that.

“I thought you were a good guy, but you’re a criminal! I can’t believe I’ve spent any time thinking about you at all.”

My fingers snap around her wrist, and I pin it against the wall, taking her other one too, both trapped on opposite sides. “You’ve thought about me, baby?”

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