hands and skinny fingers. Quickly, I rolled over and snatched the gun from the side table, my legs
wobbling, my head swimming in vertigo.
I fixed my clothes and shoved everything left that was mine in the backpack. As I flung it on my
shoulder, the door squeaked open. Dizzy and shaking, I aimed my gun at the door, the two figures
coming in blurry, but I was sure one of them was Savage.
“Jesus Christ, Sia,” he mumbled.
I blinked and squinted and then widened my stare as much as I could, but nothing was helping me
getting a clear vision or standing steady. “Just get out of the way and let me out of here.”
“Not gonna happen. Look at you. You need help. Put that down before you hurt yourself.”
“Savage, please. I don’t want to shoot you or anybody. Just let me go. Plea—”
I hit the floor before I could finish, and everything went black.
*****
Savage
Of all the things I should have done to that…girl—punish her, lock her up in the basement, fuck her,
kill her—after the doc gave her meds and patched up her hand, I ended up holding her in my arms all
night while she dozed in and out of the concussion.
Why? I have no fucking clue. Crazy and fucked up? I know.
I stroked her hair, staring at her sleeping face. “What the fuck have you done to me?”
She looked so fucking innocent, when we all knew innocent wasn’t a word to call a girl like her. A
feisty, lying, manipulative bitch was more like it. A fucking hot and annoyingly beautiful one.
She stirred and moaned. Her arms folded around me, and she placed her head on my chest. As if
she’d done this a thousand times before, as if my bed and my embrace were where she belonged.
It felt so fucking good. Bad good. Dangerously good. Jesus Christ.
The early rays of dawn snuck into the room, announcing a new day I didn’t want to come. What
was I supposed to do now when the boys came with a car that didn’t hold a dime in? I knew there
was no money. If there had been, she wouldn’t have left it there, whether it was the actual cash or the means to get it.
I’d let her lie slide because I wanted more time with her as much as she wanted more time in here
to figure out a way to save her life. The one thing we had in common was that we both wanted her to
stay alive.
Yeah, I didn’t want to kill Sia. Not anymore. Too bad because I had to. Tonight.
