Page 111 of Savage Cravings

“Yeah, that’s where they lived when your father drove them out of Chicago. You need to be careful, Mila. Just because your dad let them go doesn’t mean they will let Daniel Hayes’ daughter go.”

I sputtered. “What? I have nothing to do with the club. If anything, I was just another fucking captive.”

“Language. And don’t you think you’re being just a little dramatic?”

“Dramatic?” She was well aware of all the shit I went through at the club. Perhaps not the full extent, but enough for it to hurt that she’d never attempted to come back for me.

I scoffed. “I have to go.”

“All right. But remember what I said. You can come to Texas and live with me. And we can hide you from the Irish.”

“Sure.” I hung up before she could say anything, throwing my phone on the bed and looking around the room that seemed to be getting smaller with every breath I took.

Hide from the Irish.

Come for Daniel Hayes’ daughter.

Savages of Las Vegas.

I suddenly had a very bad feeling.

What if…

No, that wasn’t possible. How could it be when I had spent the night safely in their arms? And before, when Silas had stayed with me in the motel room.

I was overthinking and paranoid, probably caused by the lack of sleep.

I blinked and, without thinking, reached for my phone.

My hands shook as I pulled up a web search and typed inthe Irish mob.

It took a while for the page to load, considering the sucky Wi-Fi, but once it did, the first thing that popped up on the page were pictures.

My heart dropped, and along with it, the flimsy foundation beneath me. I would have fallen had I not already been sitting down.

It was clear as day whom I was looking at.

I clicked on the first photo.

It was obvious this was taken in Las Vegas. Beneath it were the words,The Three Savages of Las Vegas. I took a deep breath and zoomed in on each of their faces. To Silas’ smile that, for the first time, looked cruel, to Maverick’s stoic expression that exuded power and command, and Killian’s scowl, warning anyone and everyone not to fuck with them.

I clicked on the photo, which took me to a web page.

I only read enough to get their full names and a few of the rumors that surrounded them.

Maverick, Killian, and Silas Tiernan. Rumored to have something to do with the governor’s disappearance, though no one could pin it on them. Something along the lines of the governor meddling in the gambling laws and policies, and they didn’t like that.

I swallowed, my vision getting blurry. The phone fell from my hand with a clatter, and I stood, hurriedly packing my things. I still hadn’t unpacked when I moved into this new room, so thankfully, it didn’t take me long.

I still didn’t have my car. It was in the shop, and I didn’t know when it would be done. I wasn’t going to wait around for it.

The car was registered under Dad’s name, anyway.

I reached down and searched for the phone I dropped on the floor, finding it had bounced deep beneath the bed. I cursed out loud as I crawled to get it, adrenaline spiking my system. This felt similar to when I ran away from the clubhouse the night we got attacked, only so much worse, because I didn’t have the entire club to act as a buffer between me and those—thosesavages.

This was much worse because I didn’t know who they were when I ran that night. I hadn’t spent the night in their arms. Hadn’t developed feelings for them.

A sob burst free from my lips, surprising me.

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