Page 4 of Savage Hearts

Or not.

Knowing the coward, he’d probably run and let his men die for his actions.

We deduced she probably didn’t like her dad much, but I still wanted to hear the words from her.

She shot me a look, as if saying it was a stupid question with an obvious answer.

I scowled at her. “Careful, girl. I'm not as patient as my brothers. You don’t want to find out what will happen when you piss me off.”

She grimaced and quickly looked away from me. I could see Silas turning his attention toward me from the corner of my eye, but I ignored him.

All he was doing was proving me right. She was making him soft. She was his weakness, his downfall. And that was unacceptable to me.

We were in this mess because of the fucker. It was our inability to ever deny our little brother anything, and I swore, one of these days, Silas was going to find himself in trouble.

Luckily, he knew Maverick and I would be there to clean up all the fucking messes.

That didn’t mean I had to like it.

We should not let another woman into our life.

Especially one who affected us like this.

That just made her fucking dangerous.

"I took it as my opportunity to run."

Smart girl. But just how smart was she? Smart enough to kill us? Probably. If we gave her the chance.

Maverick tapped his fingers along the side seam of his pants. The movement was small, and I doubted anyone noticed it or saw it for what it was—he was feeling on edge.

And for what?

For a little girl that didn’t even reach our shoulders?

My eyes roamed over her slender figure.

She looked?—

Hungry.

As if she never had enough to eat. It made me want to go out and buy the girl a fucking cheeseburger.

I shook away the stupid thought.

“The way I see it, you have two options,” Maverick said.

“And what are they?” she asked, wariness entering her eyes.

I held my breath as Maverick took his time to answer her, my fists clenched at my sides.

Maverick looked at Silas as he answered her. “You staywithus.”

There was no disguising what he meant by that. I could hear her sharp intake of breath. Silas’ lips tilted up in a small smile. I could punch the fucker in the face. This was what he wanted. He wanted her to be kept, not just by him, but by all of us. And Maverick was conceding to it.

“And the other option?”

“You come back with us and serve my men.”

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