Page 3 of Savage Cravings

“What the hell?” I muttered.

I tried to adjust my eyes to the dark.

I didn’t know what I saw, but I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand on end, a hollow feeling taking residence deep in my stomach that had nothing to do with hunger.

I swallowed, my eyes roaming over the place.

Nothing else seemed out of the ordinary.

Perhaps I was just seeing things?

Just as I was about to turn my back on the window, something else caught my eye on the opposite end of where I had first seen the movement.

My heart thudded frantically in my chest.

I wasn’t seeing things.

There were men coming onto the property, hidden in the shadows.

Lots and lots of men, from the looks of it.

Holy fuck.

Was this what I thought it was?

I swallowed and turned to my room, my eyes landing on the huge walk-in closet where I’d stashed my emergency go bag.

There was no time to hesitate or question myself.

I moved without thinking.

Grabbing my keys, I left the room and locked the door behind me.

My surroundings felt fuzzy, and I worked hard not to give in to the panic I could feel bubbling to the surface.

I prayed I still had some time before the attack. I quickly made my way to Dad’s office and opened the door, only to findit empty. Not surprising. He was probably dick-deep in his latest conquest.

I shuddered in disgust at the mental image, then walked over to the safe he had hidden under his desk.

I knew the combination.

It was like I said—Dad was getting sloppy. He’d written down the safe’s combination when he’d installed it, but he forgot to put it away before calling me into his office to reprimand me about something. I had already forgotten what. But those three numbers had seared into my memory the moment I saw them.

My hands shook as I put in the combination. The first try didn’t unlock the safe like I’d anticipated.

I always knew the clubhouse could fall under attack one day.

Hoped, at least. But now that it was happening, I wasn’t feeling the way I thought I would.

I was feeling?—

Scared.

A small cry escaped my lips, and I covered it with my hand.

I couldn’t lose control.

Not right now.

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