Page 37 of Savage Cravings
“Wearea united front,” I argued.
It wasn’t just a fucking front we put on for others.
We really were close.
My brothers were all I had, and I knew it was the same for them. I would lay down my own life for them, certain that either of them would put a fucking bullet in their head before they’d ever let anything happen to me.
But this felt important.
I didn’t know what it was about the girl or the situation, but everything in my gut said not to leave without her, and my gut was rarely wrong.
“Not if you let this girl come between us,” Killian said, bringing me out of my thoughts.
I turned to him. “Careful, brother, or that chip on your shoulder might end up cutting something precious.”
He shook his head and took a sip of his water, not looking at me.
I allowed my eyes to roam over the restaurant once more, searching for Mila. I doubted she would come back to our table again until it was absolutely necessary.
I didn’t blame her.
My brothers and I could be a lot to take in at times. But I wasn’t a man who gave up easily. She could avoid me tonight, but that wouldn’t always be the case.
When I was determined to make something mine, I very rarely failed.
I worked to finish everything that was on my plate.
I didn’t talk to my brothers again for the rest of the meal, though I could hear their quiet voices as they discussed what would need to be done to bring the narcotic trade up to new heights.
I only half listened.
Especially since sweet little Mila had just scuttled out from her hiding place and was standing by the bar, talking to the bartender, who was obviously interested in her.
My hand clenched around the steak knife.
“Jesus. You know better than to let your emotions show,” Killian said quietly beside me. “And you can’t kill anyone while we’re here.”
I shot him a sharp look.
“He’s right, Silas,” Mav added. “Let’s not give Agent Jones anything he can use against us.
Fucking Special Agent Matthew Jones.
The fucker was the head of the FBI’s crime division, and he’d had a fucking boner for us since the day he heard our name in connection with the underground fights set up in Las Vegas.
He didn’t have anything on us, but that sure as fuck didn’t stop him from trying.
If it wouldn’t have created so many fucking complications, I would have slit the fucker’s throat in his sleep already.
I was sure he’d heard of our move to Chicago and was trying to wire a case between us and the annihilations of the Heartless Saints MC.
We just didn’t know if he knew about us coming to New Orleans, which was why staying here was such a risk.
I shook my head and finished my food at the same time Mav and Killian did, and pulled out five crisp hundred-dollar bills and placed them on the table.
We stood up and walked out of there without looking back at anyone, though I could feel her eyes on us, burning a hole in my skin and making my heart stall.
Soon, angel.
