Page 8 of Savage Scream

“Doesn’t fucking matter, Crow.”

I flinch at his use of my ‘gang’ name.

Fuck!

“You should be thanking me for stepping in. And fuck, what a mess the farmhouse is. Those two girls will be traumatised for life after what they found.”

I scoff. “Maybe if you don’t want innocent people to witness shit like that, you won’t send Hush in while they are there,” I hiss. “Have you figured out who the men were yet? They were there to kill Hush, not the residents of the house.”

Griffin’s hard glare softens, and he sighs. “I’m working on that. It was definitely a professional hit.”

“You think it’s Travis’ family? Have they found out Dee is here?”

Griffin shakes his head. “I don’t think they know she’s here. Plus, if it was their crew, it would have been more reckless. Those fuckers are nothing but street thugs.”

“So, who?”

“We have a lot of enemies, Crow. But, if I had to guess, I’d say it’s linked to Carnal Unicorn. I’ve just received intel this morning that it may not just be a dark website, but perhaps a secret society of depraved members who prefer their subjects unwilling, or in the most illegal of ways imaginable.”

“Fuck,” I hiss.

“Yeah.” Griffin agrees. “Fuck.”

He stands there for a moment, his eyes looking over me, and the silence turns awkward before he speaks.

“I’m glad you and Hush are ok. Just for the record.”

I chuckle. “Your ability to show compassion is overwhelming.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Griffin snaps before a smirk tugs at his lips.

“So, what happens now?” I ask, because I have no idea how this fucking underworld shit operates.

“Now, you and Hush stay out of trouble for a bit while my guys investigate.”

I nod, happy with that idea. Mainly the part about Dee staying out of trouble.

I can get behind that.

4

DEE

Griffin doesn’t stir as I slowly and carefully step up onto his bed. He looks peaceful in sleep. Happy. Maybe it has something to do with the blonde-haired goddess lying next to him. I can tell they care about each other by the way they are angled towards each other, even in sleep.

Placing a foot on either side of Griffin, my movement disturbs the blonde goddess, and as she stirs, I lean down and press Thana to Griffin’s throat.

The half scream, half gasp that comes from the woman startles Griffin awake, and he moves to sit up, only stilling just in time when Thana’s sharp edge breaks his skin.

“Get away from him!” the woman cries, and my eyes shift from Griffin’s dark pools, which are wide with shock, to the woman’s. Her caramel eyes are filled with terror, her mouth snapping shut when I direct my glare at her.

Then she lunges from the bed to her bedside drawer.

The action has me pressing Thana deeper into Griffin’s delicate skin over his throat and he growls through clenched teeth.

“Stop, Aggie!”

I smirk at him, and he tries to gulp, so I let up a little on the knife. Because you know, I’m caring like that.

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