All Chapters of Craving The Wrong Man: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

MIAThe first thing I do when I wake up is touch my stomach.It is almost ridiculous because there is nothing to feel yet. No little kick, no tiny movement beneath my palm, nothing that could prove the secret growing inside me is real. Still, my hand settles there before I am even fully awake, and for a few seconds I lie beneath the sheets with my eyes closed, smiling at the ceiling because I know something Saint doesn't.It is our anniversary and I'm pregnant.The thought still feels too big to fit inside my head.I turn slowly onto my side and look at the man sleeping beside me.Saint is facing away from me, one arm tucked beneath his pillow, dark hair slightly messy against the white sheets. He looks nothing like the man everyone else sees. There is no leather jacket, no gun resting against his hip, no hard expression that makes grown men lower their voices when he walks into a room. Right now, he is simply my husband, asleep in our bed with his back turned toward me.For a moment,

MIAThe Night Saints clubhouse is already alive when we arrive.Motorcycles line the front of the building, their chrome catching the afternoon sunlight. Men move in and out through the doors, some carrying boxes, others talking in low voices. The air smells like gasoline, leather, coffee, and whatever someone is grilling around the back.This place has never felt completely like mine.It belongs to Saint now.It used to belong to my father before him.Sometimes I feel like I am only borrowing a corner of it because I happen to wear the president's ring.Saint places his hand lightly against the small of my back as we walk inside.I look down at it. Then at him. He doesn't seem to notice what he's doing.But I do. I notice everything."President." One of the men greets him.Saint nods.His hand leaves my back and I immediately miss it.God. I really am hopeless.We make it halfway across the main room before I hear a familiar voice."Saint, the meeting with the Red Vipers has been mov

MIAWhen I wake up, the first thing I notice is the cold.It seeps through the clothes against my skin and settles somewhere deep inside my bones, and for several seconds I don't understand why I'm lying on a floor instead of my bed. My cheek is pressed against rough concrete, my hands are numb behind my back, and there is a dull ache spreading through my head that makes it difficult to remember the last thing I saw.I blink slowly, staring at a gray wall a few feet in front of me.The room smells like damp stone, gasoline, and something metallic—blood.The realization makes my stomach turn.I try to move, and pain shoots through my shoulder. My wrists are tied tightly enough that the rope has already rubbed the skin raw, and when I shift my legs, I discover those are restrained too. Panic rises into my throat, hot and immediate, but I force myself to breathe through it because panic won't tell me where I am, and it certainly won't get me out.The last thing I remember is the SUV.I s

MIAThe voice on the other end of the phone goes completely silent. I can hear him breathing, and for some reason, that familiar sound makes my throat tighten more than anything else has since I escaped."Mia?" he says again, his voice lower now, stripped of the confusion it carried a moment ago. "Where are you?"I look down the empty road, then over my shoulder at the darkness behind me. "I don't know.""That's not good enough."There is something different about his voice. Three years ago, I knew that voice when it was softer, when he would tease me just to see me roll my eyes, when he would lean against the bar at my father's clubhouse and watch me from across the room while pretending he wasn't. I remember how easily we used to talk before everything became complicated, and hearing him now makes those memories feel strangely close."Are you hurt?"I swallow. "Yes.""How badly?""I don't know.""Mia."The way he says my name makes me close my eyes. "Please," I whisper. "I just need

SAINTThe moment Cole walks into my office, I am already on my feet.“Did you find her?”Cole stops just inside the doorway and shakes his head. “No. When I got there, there was no sign of her. The place was already under attack, and by the time my men cleared the building, she was gone.”“Did you search the surrounding area?”“Everywhere we could.”“What about the road?”“We checked it.”“And the vehicles?”“Nothing that matches her.”I stare at him, waiting for him to give me something that will ease the tightness in my chest, but he doesn't. Cole has been my right hand long enough to know when there is nothing useful left to say.I turn toward the window and look down at the clubhouse. Men move through the main room, speaking in low voices while others check weapons, make calls, and try to put everything back under control. The Night Saints have been in chaos since we brought Maren back, and I should be downstairs making sure everyone knows what happens next.Instead, all I can thi