Page 139 of Savage Hearts

Silas sighed, probably getting impatient with me.

I didn’t care. What was the worst he could do to me? Keep me captive in his house?

Oh, wait. He already had.

“Baby, if you don’t answer me, I’m going to think you’re sick. I’ll call Dr. Lee over and have him run all sorts of tests on you to let me know nothing is wrong.”

That got me out of my reverie. I frowned at him. “Dr. Lee?”

He nodded. “Someone who’s worked for us for years now. He wouldn’t bat an eye at the fact that we’re keeping you here against your will.”

Anger rose from his words, and I grabbed the nearest object—a pillow—and threw it at him.

It smacked him straight in the face, and I only got about a millisecond of satisfaction from that before I found myself hoisted up in his arms.

I struggled against his hold, but as usual, he was much stronger than me.

“Fuck, why can’t you see that I want to be left alone?” I screamed, pounding my fists on his chest as hard as I was able. I might as well be hitting a wall with how much damage it seemed to have on him.

He scoffed. “Angel, when are you going to learn there’s no such thing as alone time for you? Not when it comes to me. And not when it comes to my brothers. We’re going to occupy yourthoughts. We’re going to burrow so deep in your skin, you won’t fucking know how to get us out. You won’twantto get us out,” he finished.

“That’s unreasonable,” I replied without thinking. Nothing about my situation with the brothers was reasonable. I didn’t even think the word was in their vocabulary.

“No, baby. What’s unreasonable is how badly you’ve fucked with my head since the moment I first saw you,” he said, grunting when my knee accidentally dug into his side.

I couldn’t even get satisfaction from that, not when I was so focused on his words.

“Fucked withyourhead?” I asked, incredulousness in my voice. As if. He was saying it in that accusatory voice of his too, as if I had set out to do it on purpose. “Then let me go, and I won’t fuck with your head anymore.”

“Over my dead fucking body,” he gritted.

I shot him a deadpan look. “That can be easily arranged.”

His lips twitched, but he didn’t laugh. “Wouldn’t you like that? Unluckily for you, I’m not easy to kill.”

I rolled my eyes and stared at the drywall next to the bed.

He placed his fingers under my chin and gently turned my head back to face him. I looked down at his chest, my breathing calming.

“Look at me, angel.”

I shook my head, trying to move away from his touch.

He cupped my cheek and hardened his voice. “Angel.”

“What.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Why do you care?”

“Everything you do concerns me. Why wouldn’t I care?”

I didn’t say anything for a moment. Then, “If I ask you for something, will you give it to me?”

He didn’t answer me right away. I hadn’t expected him to. “If it’s within my power to give it to you, and if it’s a reasonable request, then yeah. I’ll give it to you. What do you want?”

I should have used this time to ask for birth control. It had been my intention, but then our eyes met, and I?—

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