Page 3 of Savage Hearts

I shook my head and followed Maverick into the elevator.

Mila shifted awkwardly on her feet as we ascended to the penthouse suite.

We got to our room in silence.

Silas brought her to the huge leather couch that took up center space in the suite.

She sat down and tucked trembling hands beneath her thighs.

I had to hand it to her. I wouldn’t have known just how scared she was had I not seen that one telltale sign of it.

She took in the three of us standing there, watching her.

Her eyes barely met mine before she turned away and focused on my brothers, and stayed on Silas.

I didn't know why I hated that.

I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back against the wall.

She was obviously more comfortable with Silas than either me or Maverick.

“W-what do you want from me?” she asked.

Silas grinned. “Lots of things.”

I shook my head and rolled my eyes at him. If the fucker wanted her, scaring her wasn't the way to go about it.

“I want to know how you knew there was going to be an attack,” Maverick said.

How she knew wasn’t important. At least, I didn’t think so. Though Maverick didn’t want any unknown variable.

She pursed her lips but didn’t answer him.

Maverick continued to stare her down. I hope she didn’t think she could outlast him. He was the most stubborn and frustratingly patient man I had ever met.

And sure enough, she squirmed in her seat. “Why would you say I knew an attack was coming?”

I almost smiled at her nonresponse. “If you didn’t know we were coming, you wouldn’t have run.”

Her face paled. We had her there.

“What do you want?” she asked softly.

“An answer to the question, to start,” Maverick replied calmly. Gone was the playful man who’d played with her at the pool with Silas. In his place was the ruthless leader of the Tiernan crime syndicate.

She took in a deep breath, and my gaze automatically moved to her tits. She would be the perfect handful. The fact that I was getting hard just thinking about it was starting to piss me off.

I was fucking attracted to Mila Hayes. That shouldn’t have come as a surprise. After all, I’d nearly lost control in the elevator when the little firecracker kissed me for the first time. I never lost control. Not over a girl, and certainly not over a fucking kiss.

My scowl darkened, which didn’t go unnoticed by Silas.

When Maverick didn’t answer her, she said, “I saw your men on the property line from my room.”

I shared a look with Maverick.

“And you didn’t think to warn your dad?” I asked.

It wouldn’t have made a difference. The men would have died. Daniel Hayes would have died…

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