Page 32 of Savage Cravings

Another charming smile was shot my way. If I wasn’t so cynical, I might have fallen hard for that smile of his.

Instead, I just nodded, feeling as though my voice was robbed in their presence.

I braced myself as I turned to the third man—Killian.

His name matched him well.

And sure enough, he didn’t disappoint when I was met with dissatisfied dark eyes, as if I didn’t just offend him, but his entire lineage as well.

I resisted the urge to back away from him. Instead, I pushed my chin out, as if to challenge the monster—like I would have had a chance in hell going up against this man.

“I’ll have what he’s having,” he said, pointing his finger at Maverick.

I nodded. I didn’t bother asking him how he would like his steak cooked. The less time I spent in the man’s presence, the better.

I turned and walked out of there, sure I hadn’t imagined the low, dark chuckle coming from the table as I did so.

I wasn’t a fucking toy for them to get amusement from.

I shook my head.

God, my shift had barely started, and the night already felt like it would be a long one.

I quickly sent the order into the kitchen and hid out in the back, trying to get my bearings straight.

It wouldn’t do me any good to show them how badly they affected me.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

“Everything okay, Mila?”

I jumped and turned to see Brent standing there, a strange look in his eyes. I blinked, and the strange look disappeared, leaving behind an apathetic expression.

“Yup,” I said, turning away from him and hoping he would get the hint and just give me five minutes of peace.

No such luck.

“You know, if you need anything, just come look for me.”

Right.

Asking Brent for help would be the last resort. I didn’t like the way he looked at me. At least being in the club had taught me to distinguish between the bad men and the worse ones.

Brent wasn’t the worst of the worst, but he sure as hell wasn’t good either.

He hid it well. Behind the messy brown hair and unassuming clothes, he looked almost… harmless.

“I’m fine,” I said without looking over at him.

I heard him mutter a small “whatever” before he shuffled out of there, and I was left with no time to myself. I straightened and brushed my damp hands down my apron before making my way to the kitchen.

Right on time to see the men’s food was up.

I grabbed the plates and transferred them to a tray before I walked them to the table. They didn’t look up at me as I approached, yet I got the feeling they were aware of me.

Silas looked up at me first, and as usual, there was a charming smile in place on his face already.

Why did he look at me like?—

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