Page 60 of Savage Cravings
“No? So Sebastian Cline hasn’t even fucked the girl, but he would go through all this trouble for her?”
The moment Lenny mentioned Cline, I fucking knew who was trying to get the Heartless Saints going again. Sebastian Cline was Hayes’ VP. And also his stepbrother.
“I don’t know, okay? I was just going to get the girl. I didn’t question him. I just did what I was told.”
I couldn’t tell if he was telling the truth or not. It didn’t matter. Once Silas got to work, Lenny here would be singing like a fucking canary. I signaled to Silas and walked out of there. Lenny’s cries were like a symphony to my ears as I stood guard by the front door.
Maverick came out after me, standing by my side.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
“That this is a fucking mistake.” I sighed.
“Not entirely. Without Lenny, we wouldn’t have known Sebastian Cline is still alive.”
“We got sloppy,” I grumbled. “We should have kept track of who was slaughtered at the club. The VP and the sergeant-at-arms escaped. Who knows how many more men are left?”
“Not much. And what’s left of these men isn’t enough to take us on. They’re scrambling.”
I looked into the distance. “We should go home. Back to Chicago. And work to secure the city as ours.”
“There’s time. Chicagoisours, and soon, the entire Midwest. But you know Silas won’t leave now. Not without the girl.”
“And you? What do you think?”
Maverick was a little harder for me to read than Silas, but I didn’t miss the look in his eyes back at the restaurant. Fucking hell, what was with the girl?
“I think it doesn’t hurt to spend a few days in New Orleans.”
I shook my head. “She’s not the girl for us.”
It wasn’t uncommon for us to share a woman. In fact, I thought it had become the norm these last few years. I always assumed that would be the case when we finally settled, but with Hayes’ daughter?
That shouldn’t even be a question.
He didn’t answer me. I took a deep breath. There was no fucking point. “I’m going to do some surveillance.”
I walked off before he could say anything, feeling like there was a hand wrapped around my throat, getting tighter and tighter with each day that passed.
And I didn’t fucking know what to do about it.
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SILAS
I waitedoutside the door of the motel room for Mila to come out.
It wasn’t hard for me to get my hands on her schedule at the restaurant, and I knew for a fact that she was off today, which was fucking good.
The more time I spent with her, the more addicted I got.
Perhaps Killian was right, and she would be nothing more than my weakness, but this was the one weakness I didn’t mind having. There was something about the girl that told me I needed to see this through.
She was going to hate me for what I would have to do eventually. We couldn’t stay in New Orleans for long, and I wasn’t fucking leaving without her.
Which left one solution.
I was going to have to take Mila back to Chicago with us.
