Page 47 of Savage Cravings

I looked back at Mila’s room. She was probably hiding beneath the covers or some shit.

“Get rid of the body. I’ll take these bastards back, and we can question them.”

Maverick nodded.

I reached inside the pocket of my hoodie for the rope I had carried with me and went to the skinny fucker first. He barely moved as I tied his hands and feet together. The second one gave me more of a fight, but it was like a fucking toddler swatting at a fucking fly.

Useless.

I kicked him once when I was done, and he let out a small cry, but otherwise didn’t struggle. I hauled the asshole up on my shoulder and moved to my car, opening the truck and flopping him down as Maverick came back with the second man. I closed the trunk when we got both inside and turned to my brother.

“The big one?”

He shrugged. “I left him rotting on the side of the road. Someone will discover his body soon, but I doubt there’ll be a thorough investigation of his death.”

I nodded. These men weren’t the kind to have people who’d miss them.

It made things easier.

“Let’s go have some fun,” I said.

Maverick laughed and followed in the car.

9

MILA

I stayed underneath the blanket,my headphones plugged in and the music blasting in my ears.

If I didn’t hear anything, then nothing was happening right outside my door, right?

I didn't know how much time had passed since the kick that sent me into hiding underneath my blanket, but I could almost convince myself it was nothing more than a dream.

Like it didn’t happen.

But I knew it did.

Only, it happened once, and I couldn’t be sure if they were there for me specifically—perhaps some of Dad’s men had survived the attack and were now looking for me to pay for Dad’s debt—or if they were looking for someone else and got the wrong door.

I hoped it was the latter.

This motel had no security, and the wooden door was flimsy at best. Had they really tried, they would have been able to get in.

But no one came, and I was too scared to leave the safety of the covers on the bed.

I couldn’t even move.

Eventually, I fell asleep, even though I didn’t remember doing so.

By the time I woke up, the sun had barely risen, and I was unbearably hot.

I pulled the blanket away from my head and squinted in the dark room.

Was this what my life was going to be like from now on? Always on the run and always watching my back?

I didn’t know what happened at the clubhouse. I assumed everyone there that night died, but if, by some stroke of luck, Dad and his men survived, he would be looking for me. And New Orleans would probably be the first place he looked.

I couldn’t possibly stay here for that long.

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