Free Savage: A Bad Boy Fighter Romance by Marci Fawn, Isabella Starling Page B

pleasure like that beyond my own fingers, and I crave so much more from the man I thought was a monster.
    When I finally fall asleep, it’s well past four in the morning, and my stomach is filled with butterflies when I think of Memphis. My dreams revolve around him, and the next morning, I wake up with a smile firmly plastered on my face.
    All morning, I wait anxiously for Hannah to arrive, hoping she’ll bring a new letter from Memphis with her. When she finally appears with my breakfast, I nearly jump out of bed in an effort to get to her.
    “Calm down, Miss,” she tells me with a small smile. “You’ll fall over and break something if you’re not more careful!”
    I giggle, and briefly wonder just how long it’s been since the last time I did that. I don’t think I’ve even laughed five times since my father passed away. My hopeful eyes go to Hannah’s, and she seems to know what I want right away as her face lights up with a smile.
    “I have something for you,” she says, putting down a tray with some coffee, juice, and fresh croissants. Cobb may be a monster, but he does take good care of me here, even if I am a prisoner.
    I push those thoughts aside as my eyes focus on the small piece of paper on the tray Hannah brought. I look at her for confirmation, and she gives me a small nod before leaving the room. I can hardly wait before opening the piece of paper, my eyes drinking in his words.
    Adrienne,
    I can’t believe I finally got to feel you. Hold you in my hands. Hear you gasp. Make you moan.
    We’re going to need to do that again. Plenty of times.
    I had a dream about you tonight. It was strange - my parents were there as well. I felt like I was so close to understanding my past, but so far at the same time.
    I wish there was a way to make my memory better. To help me remember how I became the man I am today.
    I hope you are well, Adrienne. I need to see you soon. After last night, I hope you know you belong to me, not Cobb.
    Memphis
    My heart flutters at his words, and I clutch my chest with a silly smile on my face. He makes me feel like some lovestruck teenager, and I love it. It makes me forget about everything else that goes in this mansion, both under and above ground.
    I ponder Memphis’ note while I eat my breakfast. He’s mentioned several times he’d like to regain memory about what happened in his past, and I think I may have a way to help him with that.
    When I was a child, my father was known as the man who knew everyone and everything.
    He kept notebooks upon notebooks of names, scribbles about people he’d met through his life. He often told me you never know when a connection might come in handy. And something tells me his notebooks might hide the answer to Memphis’ questions.
    It’s a long shot, of that I am sure.
    But from what Memphis has told me about his life before the basement, I’ve pieced together the story as best as I could.
    His parents were killed by a man whom Memphis beat to death after the attack. After that, he became homeless, roaming the streets until he met Cobb. He agreed to his terms because he needed the money, needed a way to get out his nightmarish life.
    But I think there was a reason that man attacked Memphis’ parents. And I think I might be able to find out what it is.
    I decide to ask my mother where those books went when I get a chance, and spend the rest of the day writing the perfect note back to Memphis. I eat lunch alone in my room, but the dinner hour comes and passes with no sign from Hannah. I’m growing slightly worried, but finally, there’s a knock on my door.
    “Come in,” I say timidly. Hannah’s knock is softer, and this one is determined and strong.
    A guard opens the door, looking at me with lifeless eyes. My whole body stiffens, and I wait for him to deliver another blow. Having him here instead of Hannah can’t be a good sign… can it?
    “You are going down to dinner with Mr. Cobb and your mother,” the guard tells me.