Page 7 of Savage Hearts

I could hit any bar and get drunk off my ass. Hell, I could probably find a warm bed tonight, a willing woman to fuck hazel eyes out of my thoughts. I could go on the prowl for any woman who knew the score, who didn’t look like a scared little virgin at first glance, and stay there until we had to leave.

I didn’t do any of that.

I drove around the city, as if that would get my mind to focus on anything else but the girl. As if I could drive far enough, long enough, fast enough to not have to think.

I was acting more and more like Silas every day.

Un-fucking-believable.

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MILA

I watchedas Killian stalked out of the room without looking back once, before turning away and surveying the luxurious room.

It was the first thought I had when I saw it, and it was the thought now, only the room no longer held the same appeal. It wasn’t a place of new experiences, or a new Mila, but a new prison… just before I would have to go back to Chicagoagain.

It didn’t matter how nice this prison was. In fact, the wealth now made me as uncomfortable as it did my first day here. I wasn’t used to money.

Even if Dad had hoarded millions in illegal money, it was money I never had access to.

He controlled me with a very limited allowance every month. It was only enough for food and necessities.

Not enough to live off, and not enough to run away with. Though I had been saving some over the years for the eventuality when I would have to run.

That money was taken by Sebastian just a few weeks ago, when he found my hiding spot under the cupboard in the kitchen that no one ever went into.

The only reason he knew it was there was because I got careless, and I hadn’t realized he had followed me into the kitchen.

There was a little over four grand, but that four grand had taken me almost a year to save, and it was gone within a minute.

And what was more, the bastard didn’t take it because he needed it. He took it because he didn’t think I needed money.

He wanted me to stay under Dad’s thumb. Even though I had always suspected hisdesireto marry me, it wasn’t really confirmed until the night of the attack.

And I had stolen money from Dad’s safe before we left, but now it all seemed so pointless. They would discover that money once they went through my bag.

I looked at the two remaining brothers left in the room.

Maverick stood by the small bar in the kitchen, sipping a glass of what appeared to be whiskey, his eyes on his phone, frowning.

I avoided looking at Silas for a while, because out of the three brothers, it was Silas whom I had gotten closest to. Whose betrayal stung the most.

My eyes turned and locked on him. He smiled. I wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be a reassuring smile or a mocking kind. How could I not have seen it before? The monster beneath the man. Now that I knew the truth, I had a hard time distinguishing between the two.

I resisted showing any outward reaction to that smile and turned away.

I wouldn’t let him see how unnerved I was by it. By him.

“Time for bed, angel,” he said suddenly. I had to force myself not to flinch. Was it only a few days before that I had willingly spent the night with him?

I leaned back in the chair as he approached me, my heart beating erratically in my chest.

“W-what?”

“Time for bed,” he repeated patiently, as if talking to a naughty child who didn’t want to go to bed.

I licked my suddenly dry lips. “It’s still early.”

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