Page 9 of Savage Cravings

From the corner of my eye, I could see Killian grab Daniel, detaining him.

I focused back on the woman.

She didn’t bother to put on any clothes.

I grabbed a blanket and threw it at her, watching as she wrapped it around herself with shaky hands.

“P-please. I didn’t do anything.”

I blinked before taking her in fully.

Bleached blonde hair stood in a messy array on top of her head, mascara and red lipstick smeared across her tan skin.

Her fake tits heaved with every breath she took.

She looked like every other club whore I had come in contact with.

“Please. I can do anything.Anythingfor you.”

She ran her hand up and down my calf, the red-painted three-inch nails scratching my jeans.

I shook away her touch.

Did she really think I would invite a woman who had Daniel fucking Hayes inside her moments before into my bed?

Killian approached me, and I was certain his expression mirrored mine. “Just kill her already so we can get a move on.”

He walked away before I could answer.

I ignored the way the woman shook and frowned after my middle brother.

He was more bitter than I’d thought.

I sighed. “Leave,” I said to her. “And don’t fucking come back, and don’t fucking say anything. My mercy only extends this once. If I find out you opened your trap, I will personally hunt you down, and I promise you won’t find any mercy then.”

“T-thank you.”

She stood on shaky legs, grabbed her clothes scattered about on the floor, and ran out of there.

I didn’t watch her leave.

Silas heard me, and he shook his head. He wasn’t as bitter as Killian, but he also didn’t like loose ends.

I didn’t fucking like it either, but I wasn’t about to kill a woman in cold blood when she had no connection to the bastard Hayes, other than being a warm pussy he could sink into every once in a while.

I turned and saw all the dead bodies lying around, trying to contain my excitement. Perhaps that was why I was so good at my job. The sight of blood always got my heart going.

We turned to Daniel, huddled in a corner. Bastard still had his pants down to his ankle.

I walked up to him and grabbed a fistful of his hair. “You remember me?”

Nineteen years wasn’t a small amount of time to pass, and I was sure I had changed over that time, but somehow, I had a feeling he knew who we were on sight.

I realized I’d guessed right when he looked up at me with hazy blue eyes, still coming off the high of whatever the fuck he’d smoked, injected, or snorted moments before.

He brought his hands up to cover his face. “P-please.”

I grinned. “You have no idea how fucking good it is to see you again. I have a lot of pent-up anger.”

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