Page 112 of Savage Cravings

I blinked away the tears and tried to clear my vision. My palm touched the phone, and I grabbed it, pulled it out from under the bed, and looked around.

How fucking stupid I had become!

And if I gave myself time, I might just lose it under the unbearable weight pushing down on me. I grabbed my bag from the bed, put my room key on the nightstand, and headed to the door.

I looked around the room for anything I might have missed, and then I opened the door and ran right into Silas’ hard chest.

I squeaked in surprise and fear as Silas wrapped his arms around me to keep me steady.

My heart felt like it had fallen out of my chest.

Behind him stood Maverick and Killian. I looked back up to Silas’ dark eyes, watching as he assessed the state I was in and my bag hanging off my shoulder. His arms tightened around me, and fear like I had never known overtook me.

“Are you going somewhere, angel?”

22

SILAS

After Killian’sencounter with Agent fucking Jones, we decided it was time to leave New Orleans and take Mila with us.

Killian scowled when I said it, but thankfully, he shut up for once—probably because he wouldn’t have won this battle—and Maverick didn’t protest, like I’d known he wouldn’t. Like me, he was already under Mila’s spell.

It would only be a matter of time before Killian fell as well, and we could finally work on being a family with a girl who shouldn’t have mattered—but did.

“What are you going to do once we get there?” Maverick asked from the passenger side of the car.

I shrugged. “Play it by ear.”

“You’re going to have to prepare for the fact that she’ll hate you after this,” Maverick said, his voice tight.

Only Maverick and I had any kind of interaction with Mila that was…sexualin nature. She would see this as the betrayal that it was. She would hate us both. Perhaps we should have done things differently. Taken her when we were strangers, with no feelings involved. It was too late now, and I couldn’t bring myself to regret it.

“I know,” I said, looking out the window. There was a tight grip around my lungs, getting tighter the more miles we ate between us and Mila, until it almost felt suffocating.

It was unavoidable. I had prepared for it. Still, it didn’t sit right with me. We pulled up to Mila’s motel room.

She would be there because she still didn’t have her car—and would never get it back, seeing as I was having that piece of shit crushed for scrap metal—and the lights were on. I could see her moving about the room.

Her movements almost looked frantic.

Killian met my eyes through the rearview mirror.

I didn’t exactly need my brothers to extract one woman, and a tiny one at that, but they were here in case we ran into any men from the Heartless Saints, and to make sure Mila would comply.

Now that we knew Sebastian Cline was alive and gathering men—both those who had been loyal to Daniel Hayes and those who had long since left the club—it paid to be vigilant.

“What do you think she’s doing?” I asked out loud.

“Only one way to find out,” Maverick answered.

We got out of the car and headed to the motel room. The door flew open before I could even knock, revealing a panicked Mila. She hadn’t been expecting me there, so she face-planted right into my chest.

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly, and something settled inside me from her closeness.

She looked up and for the first time, I saw something on her face that I hadn’t really seen before.

Full-blown, unadulterated fear.

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