Page 64 of Savage Cravings

I plopped a grape into my mouth. “What do you want to know about me?”

She shrugged. “I can’t just ask questions about you on a whim.”

“Why not?” I repeated. She was making this way more complicated than it needed to be. Sure, there were things I couldn’t tell her—specifically, full details about my job—but I would be an open fucking book with her concerning anything else.

I had already decided there would be no secrets between us. I would own everything about this small, fragile girl in front of me.

She sputtered but didn’t answer.

I turned to her. “I’m the youngest of three. I’m very close to my brothers.Veryclose.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Okay?”

I laughed before lowering my voice and adding, “So close, we share a lot of things.”

I circled my arm around her waist and pulled her even closer to me. Her breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away.

“S-so you’re good at sharing.” The tremors in her voice and her dilated pupils gave way to her feelings.

“You have no idea, sweetheart.”

I was fucking hard just thinking about sharing my new toy with my brothers. Fuck me, but she was making this so hard.

“Do you have any other family besides them?” she asked.

“An uncle in Las Vegas. We lived with him and his family when our parents died. My cousin Finley and I are the same age, and we were close growing up.”

Though I hadn’t talked to Finley in a while. Hadn’t talk to anyone from the Las Vegas Syndicate since my brothers and I left to take back what was ours.

“Both of them?” she asked. I nodded. “At the same time?”

I shook my head.

“How did they die?” she asked.

“My mom met the wrong person.” My dad. “My dad, the same thing.” Her dad.

She shuddered from the coldness in my voice, and I softened my tone when I said, “My brothers are the only ones I have left in this world.”

She nodded. “It must be nice to have someone you can depend on.”

There was a wistfulness in her voice that surprised me, though it shouldn’t have. Mila was all alone in the world. Even when she had been living with the club, I supposed she still had no one she could depend on.

For some stupid reason, I wanted to be the man she could depend on.

That thought was nothing more than a fucking joke. I wasn’t someone she could depend on. I was the monster starring in her nightmares.

Obviously done with feeling sorry for herself, she changed the subject. “What do you do?”

“I run a business with my brothers.”

“A business?” The suspicion in her voice was unfounded. She was right to be suspicious—of course—but there was no reason for it.

My smile widened. “A family business we inherited from our father. Admittedly, things had gone to shit at the beginning, but now, everything seems to be picking back up to where it’s supposed to be.”

“And this business?”

“We owned various nightclubs and restaurants, but mostly we’re in the transportation of goods.”

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