Page 105 of Savage Hearts

Something came to my mind. “Do you know if he was at the clubhouse the night of the attack?”

She nodded. “Yeah. I saw him as I was leaving my dad’s office. He was always at the house.”

Now I fucking regret that we didn’t interrogate anyone besides Daniel. My men were given one task, and that was to slaughter every single one of the club members present.

Yet we let that fucker escape.

Chicago was no longer run by the Heartless Saints. But that didn’t mean they had forgotten that night. Cline was gathering men, and we had bigger problems than the Romero family in New York and the Cadorna Famiglia here in Chicago.

Fuck.

Her fingers moved around the table as she shifted nervously in her seat. “I wouldn’t have let it get to my wedding. I was biding my time until I could try to run away again. Obviously, I waited too long.”

She shot me a pointed look.

I tapped her nose with one finger. “Actually, I think you made the right decision.”

“Really?” she asked sarcastically.

I ignored that, grinning at her. “Yup. You waited for me and my brothers.”

She rolled her eyes. “Lucky me.”

I leaned down close and let my lips run up and down the side of her neck. She stilled, and I pressed a small smile against her skin.

“And about to get luckier, angel,” I whispered.

I didn’t miss the slight shivers that wracked her body. She could deny it all she wanted, but she was affected by me.

Good.

It made things a hell of a lot easier for me to convince her tostayours.

I wasn’t letting her go.

She should get used to that idea right fucking now.

“Can I get you anything?” a high-pitched voice called from my side. I resisted the urge to growl, and turned to the hostess standing there.

Before I could tell her to beat it, Mila spoke up.

“No, we don’t need anything. And certainly not from you.”

I turned to my girl, and I was sure she didn’t miss the amusement in my eyes.

She glared at me as if daring me to say something before turning back coldly to the girl.

The hostess stuttered something I didn’t hear, and I didn’t care, because all my attention was on the little angel showing me her claws. And fuck if I wasn’t turned the fuck on by her.

I felt more than heard the hostess leave, and Mila avoided my gaze. I tugged on her hair playfully, and she pulled away from me, grumbling something under her breath.

“What?” she finally asked, her voice mean.

I laughed, which probably wasn’t the best thing to do, but I couldn’t help it.

Who knew she could be so funny?

“You’re jealous,” I said.

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