Page 4 of Savage Cravings

I took a deep breath and shook out my hands, hoping it would get rid of the shakes, then tried the combination again.

I almost cried out in relief when it finally clicked open.

I grabbed the stack of cash from the back and the small pistol in front of it.

Despite growing up in the club, I had never held a gun before.

It was heavier than I thought it would be.

I tried to shrug off my anxiety as I quickly shoved everything in the big pocket of my hoodie and got out of there.

In my hurry, I didn’t watch my surroundings.

So I was startled when a large arm came out of nowhere and pushed me up against the wall in the hallway.

I let out a small grunt when my back hit the hard surface with a thud, and I looked up into gleaming green eyes.

“What were you doing in your father’s office? You know he wouldn’t like that,” Sebastian chided.

He was the VP of my dad’s club, and also his stepbrother.

I wasn’t naïve enough to believe he saw me as just his niece.

“Let go of me,” I gritted out between my teeth, trying to push him away.

He slammed both hands against the wall beside my head, trapping me in.

I looked up. Sebastian was tall. Well over six foot, he towered over my five-foot-four frame easily, and outweighed me by at least a hundred pounds.

With short blond hair shaved near the scalp, and long dark eyelashes surrounding moss-green eyes, he was considered handsome in his own right.

A lot of the hang-arounds had been trying to tie him down.

He gave me the creeps most of the time.

“Come on, Mila. I think we should talk about this. You know how your dad can get. I can protect you.”

My lips pulled back in a sneer. “I don’t need you to protect me. I can protect myself.”

His eyes hardened, and I tried not to let the fear show. I didn’t have time for this. We could be under attack at any moment, and I didn’t want to be here when it happened.

And Sebastian was mean enough that he would not let me go. Not now, when he finally had me cornered.

“You know, your dad finally agreed to let me marry you.”

I couldn’t hide the disgust on my face.

I heard him talking to Dad about this in the office. If I had thought an idea as archaic as an arranged marriage wouldn’t exist in the realm of the club, I’d be wrong.

Anything was possible in this small kingdom my father ruled over, and I was merely a pawn. I shouldn’t have been surprised by this little information, but I was.

I had hoped—prayed—it wouldn’t be true.

Though, there was always a niggling feeling in the back of my mind that Dad would make me do it. He could, too. If he threatened my life, I doubted I would be brave enough to defy him.

I swallowed and shook my head in denial.

Sebastian obviously didn’t like that. He leaned down closer to me, getting into my space.

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