Page 14 of Savage Cravings

I should be grateful that at least he’d had the good sense not to bring war to our doorstep. But honestly, I was just fucking resentful that the women who chose to be in this life had the option to leave while I was stuck there, guarded like a prisoner.

My hand touched the doorknob of the motel room I was currently staying in.What the fuck was I supposed to do now?

It wasn’t all that fancy, but it was in a well-lit and relatively safe area. It was better than the clubhouse and far better than my mom’s temporary place, which was a small studio apartment with Rider, her boyfriend.

Rider was a nomad. He drifted between chapters here in the South.

They planned to ride out to the Steel Rebels headquarters in Texas.

So, she was still fully entrenched in club life.

I shook my head in disgust.

I could give two shits about being abandoned—or, at least, that was what I told myself.

I tried to work up the energy to go inside the room instead of loitering outside my door.

It probably wasn’t safe, but the thought of returning to an empty room was almost too much to bear.

Tears of frustration stung my eyes, and I quickly wiped them away.

I took a deep breath.

I could do this.

I didn’t know what had happened at the clubhouse after I left, but I refused to put any more thought into the Heartless Saints MC.

God, I was so sick of club life.

I walked into the room, plopped down on the bed, and stared up at the ceiling as the sun was starting to set. There was still enough light outside to make out the small room in all its entirety.

If what I thought happened at the clubhouse actually happened, then I no longer had to worry about my dad or Sebastian.

Or the MC.

I could start anew.

A small tinge of excitement strummed along my skin.

I had dreamed about running away—and succeeding—so many times, and now it was happening.

This could be my new life.

A quiet, simple life.

I should be mourning the death of my dad. I should.

I wasn’t.

Briefly, I wondered how badly life at the MC must have affected me to turn me into this callous person. I was sure my younger self wouldn’t have recognized me.

Hell, I would mourn the loss of my innocence before I ever mourned for the likes of Daniel Hayes.

The money I’d stolen from the club should be enough to get me by while I looked for a job.

Fifty grand in total.

Despite Dad’s net worth ranging somewhere in the eight figures, I had never held so much money in my life.

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