Page 38 of Filthy Savage

Maybe I should forget her. Let this go. She’s not right for me.

But the thought of never seeing her again, someone else having what I’ve deemed as mine… I can’t live with that.

My fingers tighten into fists. Her boyfriend stayed here. All I need to do is find him and get her number and address.

“Come on,” Tynan says. “Let’s see what we can get from the security cams.”

We start for the back of the hotel, finding the head IT guy before a set of computers typing some shit.

He glances up, scratching the grays at his sides. “Sirs, what can I do for you?”

“Move,” I demand.

His eyes expand as he gets to his feet, letting me have at the computer.

When I find the boyfriend’s info, I snap a picture of it before going through the security cams from last night.

Moments later, I find her.

Four a.m. She left at four in the damn morning so I wouldn’t see it. Because she knew I’d stop her.

Her eyes scan the hallway as though she’s afraid of getting caught. And for a moment, she glances at the security camera, and I freeze it.

“A flight to Boston left here an hour ago at eight a.m.” Tynan’s voice only infuriates me.

When he clasps my shoulder, I fling it away.

Tracing her face with a finger, I remember how much she trusted me with her body last night. I know it took a lot for her, but she trusted me anyway. That meant something to me.

Switching screens, I type in her boyfriend’s name and number, and after a few minutes, I have a face.

“What the hell?” Cillian mutters behind me. “That’s not him.”

“No. It’s not.” My chest tightens, heaving with fucking rage like I’ve never felt before.

He used a different name.

Growling, I slam a fist to the top of the desk. “Gonna need to look up every Emily Daniels in Boston, assuming she didn’t lie to me about that too, and run her through facial recognition once we get back home.”

One way or another, I’m gonna find you, little rabbit, and I’m gonna punish you for this.

AMARA

Wiping a tear from my eye, I press my face against the window of the plane, finally in the air and able to breathe easier.

I hated just leaving him like that, but I had no choice. I didn’t want him to stop me.

There’s no way he’ll be able to find me. He doesn’t know my name. He has nothing, except Xander. But Xander never uses his real name when he books hotels. He’s crazy secretive about people knowing his identity, and I’m pretty sure he paid for the room with his father’s business card.

When I shut my eyes, Fionn is there, those green eyes searching mine as though reaching into my soul.

It’s stupid how much I liked him after knowing him for a few hours. There was something there. Something tangible and real. It held potential. I know it did.

But it’s gone now. And my heart is broken.

He’ll wake up soon, if he hasn’t already, and find my note. I wonder if his heart will break too.

I don’t want it to. He’s a good man. I’m sure he’ll get over it. Any woman would be happy to take his pain away.

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