Page 167 of Savage Hearts

He reared back as if I slapped him.

I turned away from him.

“Get out.”

He didn’t say anything. He stood there like a fucking ghost in my room, which did nothing but piss me off.

“Get out!” I screamed. “Get out! Get out! Get out!”

I knew I was acting crazy, based on the expression on his face. I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t care about anything at that moment except for him to leave me alone. I wanted it so badly, I could cry.

I turned so he wouldn’t see the tears in my eyes. After a moment, I heard his footsteps heading toward the door. I didn’t turn around until I heard the door click closed, and when I did, though I had expected it, I was surprised to find myself alone.

I fell to the ground, my legs unable to hold me up, trying to get my breathing under control.

22

SILAS

“Fuck!”I shouted as my fist met the drywall downstairs in the kitchen.

I got no satisfaction from the dent I caused. If anything, it made me angrier.

I pounded my fists on the same spot over and over.

Until my knuckles started to throb and I could see a small trace of red left behind on the wall from my blood.

“I wonder who pissed you off enough that you feel the need to take it out on the wall. And in the kitchen, too. Rachel’s going to kick your ass,” a dry voice said to my left. The fact that I didn’t even hear Maverick come into the kitchen said exactly where my mind was at.

I scowled at him.

The fucker just smirked.

I loved my brother and would have died for the man, but sometimes, I really wanted to kick his ass.

“What’s going on with you?” he asked.

“Mila.”

The smirk disappeared from his face so fast, I would have laughed if I wasn’t so fucking annoyed.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” I said. “You know I am just as incapable of hurting her as you are.”

And fuck me, but the words rang true. When did that happen?

I hadn’t wanted Killian to kill the girl, but Jesus, this was something else. This was giving into Killian’s prediction when he’d said Mila would be our weakness—our downfall.

“What happened?” Maverick asked, a strange note in his voice.

I looked at the hole I’d punched in the wall. He was right. Rachel was going to kick my ass for making her kitchen look like this.

I grimaced before I turned to him. “She wants to go on birth control.”

I knew from the thunderous look overtaking his face that he felt the same way I did about the subject.

“And what did you say?”

Maverick was good at hiding his emotions from me. Aside from a momentary slip of his features, I didn’t know the full extent of his emotions and thoughts.

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