Page 18 of Savage Hearts

I turned around and met his eyes.

It was still early. I wasn’t ready to return to Chicago. I didn’t think there could be any time when I could really prepare for the return, but that was beside the point.

How fucking messed up.

I blinked, and I hadn’t realized until now how badly I just wanted to let everything go, let the weight on my shoulders fall. Even the thought of getting out of this bed was unbearable.

Silas looked at me strangely.

“Go get ready, Mila.”

“I don’t have clothes,” I said, my voice oddly subdued.

“I’ll bring your bag to you.”

And then he left for the bathroom before I could respond, leaving me to stare after him. I focused my gaze on the small portion of the tribal art that covered his right shoulder blade as he shut the door behind him.

I blinked and looked around the room, so lost.

I didn’t knowwhere the other two went last night, but it took a while for them to return to the hotel room.

By then, it was eight in the morning.

Silas and I barely spoke to each other, and I didn’t know which was more unnerving, his mischievous side or his silent one. I was about ready to jump out of my skin when the door finally opened and the two large men entered, each wearing their signature expressions: a scowling one and an indifferent one.

I moved my gaze back to Silas, because as much as all three of them intimidated the hell out of me, Silas was, at least, a known monster.

It had to count for something.

I hoped.

“Let’s go,” Killian said, barely sparing me a glance. The look in his eyes said he didn’t think much of me, and I hated that I was hurt by that.

I was a fucking stupid girl.

I stood up and headed toward the door, following Maverick, with Silas close behind me.

Silas wrapped a possessive arm around me. I was sure that on the outside, it looked like I was in the protective embrace of my lover.

The other two brothers mostly ignored me, though I was sure they were aware of my every little movement. I was sure they were trained to be aware. Had to be, considering they’d probably killed more than most men I’d known.

I had expected that from Killian, but Maverick—I didn’t even want to think about the one night we spent with each other. And it seemed he couldn’t care less about it.

I kept my eyes trained on the hard floor of the elevator.

I was wearing Silas’ black shirt and gray sweatpants that were too long and too wide on me. He’d never brought my bag. In fact, I didn’t even know what happened to it, and I didn’t want to ask Silas, especially when he seemed to be in some sort of weird mood after?—

Afterhe’d made me come.

Silas’ hold tightened when the elevator doors opened, revealing the busy lobby.

We came in late last night, and I had only seen a handful of people then.

It wasn’t the case any longer and it was in the back of my mind to call out for help when Silas leaned down, his lips touching my ear.

“I wouldn’t do anything stupid if I were you. Do you think you’ll miraculously manage to escape me?”

I gritted my teeth together to not show any reaction to his words.

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