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Silas scoffed. “Of course not. But shouldn’t we just give up the pretense? Things are tense now, but you saw her. It’s not over. She can get over what she saw in the basement. She can even get over the tracking. She won’t get over this.”

Get over what?

“How would you know?” This came from Killian.

“You didn’t see how she looked when she asked me. I want to tell her everything.”

There was emphasis placed on the wordeverything.

“You want to tell her what we gave her isn’t actually birth control but a fucking placebo? You said it yourself, she won’t get over this.”

I quickly pulled away from the door to stop myself from making any noise. I rushed back to the bathroom, leaning against the counter as I dry-heaved in the sink. I hadn’t eaten in a while, so nothing came out.

Tears burned my eyes, and it took me a moment to realize someone had come into the bathroom with me. I looked up in the mirror and found cold green eyes staring at me.

I was too fucking tired to get into it with her.

Instead, I turned on the tap water and rinsed my mouth, even if I hadn’t actually vomited. She was quiet as she waited for me to finish.

I turned to face her, using the counter to support my weight. Otherwise, I didn’t think I could stay standing.

“What do you want?” I croaked.

She was silent for a moment, her eyes tracking up and down my body before she offered me a smile I didn’t trust one bit and answered, “To help you.”

31

MAVERICK

A prickling sensationcame over me, and it took me a moment to realize something was wrong.

Something was really fucking wrong.

Mila’s food had arrived, but the girl was nowhere to be found. I would have gone to look for her earlier had her tracking location not indicated she was still in the club.

Perhaps she got curious and went exploring, but that didn’t seem right.

Mila wasn’t the kind to just wander off by herself exploring the place, mostly because she still wasn’t sure of her place in our lives. I would make sure that changed soon. She would know she belonged to us and that was all there was to it.

I frowned, and Killian pushed off the wall where he had been standing.

If I didn’t know any better, I would have said he was bored, but I knew why he’d chosen that position. It offered the view of the office door, and he was waiting for her to show back up. Killian could pretend all he wanted, but Mila was getting to him, too.

“Something’s wrong,” he said, his eyes moving to her untouched plate. The food was getting cold. Silas frowned at us from where he was sitting.

It hadn’t been that long since she’d left for the bathroom, but it was longer than it should have taken her. And I couldn’t fucking shake off the feeling.

I pushed back from the chair and stood. My brothers followed me out of the office. The bathroom door was closed. I tried the handle. Locked.

I knocked on the door and waited. No answer.

Silas roughly knocked on the door three times. “Mila!”

“Stand back,” Killian said. We waited as he kicked on the door near the handle. It took a few times before the wood caved beneath the pressure, cracking the door enough that we could shove it open.

We went into the small area and checked the stalls. It was as suspected.

The bathroom was fucking empty. I emerged from one of the stalls and stopped where Silas stood by the sink. All color seemed to have drained from his face as he stared down at the bloody object there.

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