Page 46 of Savage Cravings

Might be a good idea to call in some reinforcement… plus lunch and dinner.

Maverick knockedon the passenger-side window once before he opened the door and climbed inside, two cups of coffee in his hands.

He came by a few times, but around three in the afternoon, he got us some lunch. We spent the day watching Mila’s motel room. She hadn’t stepped foot outside the room at all, and had only opened the door once, for the pizza delivery guy.

I don’t think she planned to go anywhere now that it was so late in the day. I took a sip of the hot coffee and continued watching the window. The lights were still on, so she obviously wasn’t asleep yet.

“Are you sure about this?” Maverick asked.

I didn’t need to ask him to clarify what he was talking about. “We’re sitting here at midnight watching over the girl. Do you really have to ask me that?”

“Why her?”

I shrugged. Fuck if I knew. “There’s something there, you know?”

He grunted. “I hope you know what you’re doing. This can either go your way, or go to shit real quick.”

I slapped his shoulder. “Don’t worry. I can share.”

He shot me a look. “You really think this is it?”

I didn’t answer him because I couldn’t really say for certain, but this was definitely the most I’ve felt in a while. It sure as fuck beat living for revenge the last nineteen years, though the night we finally got it was pretty sweet, too.

I sat up a little straighter when I noticed shadows move across the dark parking lot. It would figure this shitty place didn’t have adequate lighting outside.

If I hadn’t been paying attention, I would have missed the fuckers.

I turned to Maverick.

He nodded. “Let’s go.”

We quietly got out of the car and moved to where the men were trying to break into Mila’s motel room.

They must have given up halfway, because the two of them moved back, and the third man, a big fucker, started to kick the door.

Through the thin walls, I could hear Mila scream.

I shook my head and rushed over to them.

Maverick took on the big fucker while I took on the other two.

Maverick pulled the fucker away from the door while the other two turned, surprise evident on their face.

They looked at me, then at each other. I shook my head. I could almost see what they were fucking thinking, based on their faces. Stupid fuckers.

They charged at the same time, like I was certain they would, and I was ready. I sidestepped the first one, making him lose momentum and fall to the ground behind me, as I raised my leg and kicked the other one over his jaw.

Blood splattered as he dropped to the ground, and I didn’t wait. I immediately turned to the first one, pulled him up by his hair, and punched him in the face.

He cried out and covered his bloody nose. He was the one who had walked by Mila’s room earlier to look inside. I climbed on top of him to hold him down. The fucker was a scrawny one. I had about a hundred pounds on him, so there was nowhere for him to go. I pulled my arms back and punched his face, over and over, until his blood splashed on me, until he stopped moving, his breath coming in harsh pants.

I pulled away just in time for the second fucker to get up and charge toward me. He threw a punch and missed. Threw asecond punch and missed. I pulled my hand back and punched his face, then watched as he went down.

How fucking boring. This was barely a challenge.

I turned to see Maverick had his arms around the big fucker’s neck, who was kneeling on the ground, his skin turning purple.

My brother met my eyes. I indicated for him to wrap this up. I doubted anyone would call the cops in this part of town, but I didn’t want to risk it. He nodded and twisted his arms, breaking the fucker’s neck and killing him.

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