Page 77 of Savage Cravings

I didn’t know what to do.

I leftmy bags unpacked and looked around the new room in the same motel.

As if a new room was really safe. But I had rented this room out with cash and a different name. Thankfully, the person who helped me rent this room wasn’t the same one who’d rented out the first room to me.

That room, I kept. I’d paid for a full week, and due to my mental haze after running away from the club, I had used myown name, so sure Dad would have been too dead to come after me.

I was no longer so sure he had died in the attack, not after Lenny had made his appearance. But there had been more men coming after me the first time I’d tried to run away at fifteen. Why was it just Lenny this time?

Nothing made sense, and a quick search on the web told me nothing. There still wasn’t any news of the massacre. That could be because the club survived, or because no one had discovered the graveyard that was the clubhouse.

It wasn’t like we were big on visits from outsiders.

I requested the new motel room to be directly across from my old room. That way, I would see it if someone familiar came looking for me.

I looked out through the blinds and took in the nearly deserted parking lot, save for my car and three other shitty cars parked there.

What would I do if the club had survived?

I couldn’t go back. At this point, I’d much rather die than go back to that prison.

I shivered.

After a while, I moved away from the blinds and sat on the bed.

It had been two days since I got back from the brothers’ hotel. Silas hadn’t tried to contact me at the restaurant while I was working, and if he made attempts to show up here at my door, I didn’t know it.

And now I was back, alone in my new room, and wondering if Silas had gotten tired of me already. I battled the heavy disappointment settling in the pit of my stomach.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I was supposed to be the unaffected one. I was supposed to be the one who walked away—only now, with the way I was feeling, I wondered if I would havebeen able to walk away so easily had we been still doing this…fling.

The loud rumbling of the car engine shook me out of my depressing thoughts as I got up from my spot and moved to the blinds once more. I should have moved on, gotten out of New Orleans when I had the chance. Only the thought of leaving without saying anything to Silas had stopped me, and now I was forced to be vigilant.

I doubted I would be getting any sleep tonight.

I peered out the window. It took my brain a while to understand what my eyes were seeing. A car—a black truck—was pulling up in the parking lot.

I stayed where I was and watched the black truck pull into a parking spot beside my car. I could feel my heart stalling when the driver’s side opened, and a familiar man stepped out. His back was to me, but I would have recognized him anywhere. His long legs ate the distance between the truck and the door to my old motel room before he stood in front, raising a strong arm up to knock.

I should probably go out and tell Silas I wasn’t there anymore. I could probably invite him into this new room, especially since I could already feel the excitement sparking on my skin at the mere sight of him.

I did neither of those things.

I continued to watch him, wanting to see what he would do.

He knocked on my door again and waited a while. When he realized no one was there, he walked back to his truck. He didn’t get in.

Instead, he frowned at my car before looking around, as if he thought I might appear out of nowhere.

His eyes came to a stop at the window I was standing behind and stayed there. I held my breath. It was like he had X-ray vision or something. I quickly moved away from the windowwhen I saw him narrow his gaze. In my haste, I accidentally moved the blinds.

I didn’t need to look out the window again to know he was approaching.

Still, I nearly jumped out of my skin when a knock sounded at my door three times. I placed a hand on my chest, trying to calm my erratic heart, and slowly walked to the door. I opened the door a crack to his beautiful frowning face.

“You moved rooms. Why?”

Why, indeed.

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