Page 18 of Savage Cravings

I looked around one side of the room, then went to the dresser.

I pulled the top drawer open and found the treasure trove.

Silk, lacy, and soft panties.

Fuck, but I could feel my dick twitching inside my pants, even if I didn’t know why that was. This wasn’t the first time I’d seen a woman’s panties.

But I always did have a thing for ’em.

“What are you doing?” Killian asked.

“Looking for the matching panties,” I answered, letting my fingers run through the soft fabric. I paused when I found a small black thong that wouldn’t cover anything.

I realized a bit too late that we should have looked for a better picture of Mila Hayes. Instead, we had a photo taken from a distance that showed us nothing except the fact that the girl wasn’t bad to look at. Hell, I knew she had blueish, green eyes, but not the tone of them. If they were deep or light and cold.

She had long blonde hair and was thin.

I shoved the thong in my pocket and shut the door when I couldn’t find its match. What if she was wearing it right now?

I felt my lips curving into a small smile.

“Perverted fucker,” Maverick commented, obviously having seen the whole thing. My smile widened.

“Fuck me, look at this,” Killian said by the bed. Maverick and I walked over to him.

Maverick’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Fuck. How much is there?”

“At least forty grand. Maybe fifty.”

Cash.

The little thief definitely had guts, I had to give her that.

We’d found the open safe in Daniel Hayes’ office, and though that grabbed our attention, the money he might have had in there was the least of our concerns. It wasn’t like we didn’t have money, but after we took over the club, what had once belonged to the former president should have gone to us.

Or it would have, once we figured out where Daniel stashed most of his loot. It wasn’t like the fucker was stupid enough to put it in the bank or keep it all in one place.

The club might be knee-deep in debt, but I knew the fucker didn’t go without.

And we just found fifty grand of it.

“We’ve killed men for taking less than that from us,” Killian commented.

Maverick and I shared a look.

We were both worried about him.

Worried about the unhinged, calloused man he was becoming. Whatever empathy might have been in my brother as a teenager was destroyed by Lilliana’s betrayal.

Killian turned to Maverick. “You know we can’t let his blood go free, right?”

I didn’t exactly agree with him. What was one girl going to do? I didn’t agree with killing women, though Lilliana was the exception, and if I ever saw that bitch again, I would fucking shoot her point blank.

Maverick nodded. “Leave everything as is, and let’s go wait in the car. There’s no need to make this kill personal.”

“Not personal? This is Daniel’s blood,” Killian said.

“Yes, his child. She doesn’t bear her father’s sin. The only reason we can’t spare her is because we can’t afford any loose ends.” Like us. We had been Daniel Hayes’ loose ends. But the girl—she wasn’t us.

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