Page 96 of Savage Hearts

“Let’s go get ready. Then we’ll sleep.”

It was still early, but with the day I’d had, turning in for bed at this hour didn’t sound like such a bad idea, especially since he was spending the night with me.

“I am tired,” I confessed softly. I was talking about more than physical exhaustion.

Maverick paused in his steps.

Then the smallest hint of a smile graced his lips. “I know.”

I shyly buried my face in his neck as he walked to the bathroom.

We got ready for bed quickly.

Then we were back in my bed, Maverick getting in on the side closest to the door.

He turned off the lamp, bathing the room in darkness, and I looked up at the ceiling, even if I couldn’t see anything. We lay there for a few moments in silence.

“Goodnight,” I said softly.

That seemed to knock him out of his reverie. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into the middle of the bed and to the warm cocoon of his large body. I buried my face in his neck.

“Goodnight, little monster,” he uttered.

And I closed my eyes and fell into a dreamless sleep.

12

SILAS

I whistledas I walked out of the warehouse.

We didn’t have too many men here, not wanting to draw attention from the FBI, considering Special Agent Matthew Jones was still on our ass.

Our old contacts at the Bureau didn’t seem to be as useful anymore. However, we kept Agent Reese Larkin on our payroll in case he was needed in the future.

We still hadn’t found the piece of shit who’d shot at us, and everything was still such a mess, but I was in a good fucking mood, and it was all thanks to the sweet little angel I had locked up in my mansion.

And I didn’t miss that something was also different about Maverick these days.

I stopped when I spotted Killian by my car. His arms were crossed and his weight leaned against the side door.

Sunglasses covered his eyes and hid his expression from me.

“Hey, man,” I greeted. I walked a little closer, trying to gauge his mood.

His face didn’t change. “You’re in a happy mood.”

“You would be too if you removed that stick from your ass,” I said, tugging him away and inspecting my red Aston Martin.

If there was a scratch on this car, I was going to kick his ass. Luckily, my baby seemed to still be in perfect condition.

“There is no stick up my ass.”

“Oh, yes, there is,” I replied without looking at him. “It’s shaped like a curvy blonde and has a mouthy attitude.”

I didn’t need to see his eyes to know he rolled them at me. “So what’s your plan? Keep her and share her?”

“Yup.” I made sure the “p” popped from my mouth at the end. Perhaps in the beginning, I had intended to fuck her out of my system. I wanted to stop feeling like this about the daughter of the man who took everything from us when we were kids.

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