Page 49 of Savage Cravings

I internally rolled my eyes at my own thoughts as I quickened my pace to my car, cursing the fact that the lot had been nearly full when I pulled into work, so much so that I’d had to park at the furthest spot from the restaurant as possible.

Footsteps sounded behind me. I didn’t think. I took off at a run.

The footsteps got louder. And louder.

Fuck. Whoever was behind me was obviously following me. There was no way to put it off as a coincidence. A scream was pulled out of me when I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder, pulling me back. I lost my balance and fell, landing on my palms.

The man stood no more than two feet away from me—huge, dirty black boots, dark blue jeans, a stained white shirt, a swollen neck, and a nasty grin.

He might have escaped the attack, but not unscathed.

“Finally found you, you little bitch. Of course, you would fucking run as soon as the club got attacked,” Lenny said. His blue eyes gleamed viciously in the moonlight, but it was too dark for me to discern if he was high off his head.

He was a big motherfucker. Of course he was. You didn’t get to be the sergeant-at-arms to one of the most notorious 1% MCs in the world without looking like you could kill a man with your bare hands.

And right now, he was looking at me like he wanted to kill me with his bare hands.

I moved back, my legs shaking.

“No answer?” he sneered. “That’s your problem. No fucking loyalty to the club.”

I pulled my lips back in disgust. “Loyalty? You want me to show loyalty to a club that held me captive my entire life? Tothe man who whipped me in front of everyone for daring to run away?”

I still had the fucking scars to show for it.

I shook my head. “I don’t owe anyone any loyalty except for myself.”

He spat on the ground. A few inches to the left and his spit would have hit me. “I’m gonna enjoy taking you back to him to deal with.”

“Who?”

Was he talking about Dad? Was Dad alive? How the hell did he manage to survive that?

Lenny didn’t answer me. He bent down and yanked a handful of my hair, pulling me up to a standing position. I screamed, wrapping my hands around his grip, trying to get him to lessen it.

“Shut up, little bitch,” he screamed in my face and slapped me.

A metallic taste hit as he pulled me to a white van parked next to my car. I struggled even more. I wasn’t going back to the MC. Fuck that. He would have to kill me first.

“Let go! Let go of me, you piece of shit!”

I kicked and caught him in the middle. He loosened his hold on me but didn’t let go.

“Oh, you fucking bitch. If you don’t stop moving, I’m going to show you what a dick feels like as soon as we get into the van.”

How was that supposed to make me stop moving?

“No!” I tried to collapse to the ground with my entire weight, but he was still gripping my hair, and—“Fuck, let go!”

He tried to haul me up over his shoulder. The second he succeeded in carrying me would be game over. I punched him in his nose. His head fell back, and I tried to escape.

He let go of my hair and wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me close.

“Stop moving,” he grunted.

I opened my mouth to scream again when I heard a thud behind us. Lenny paused, and I did too, mostly wondering what could have taken his attention away.

He turned us around.

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