Page 145 of Savage Reign

I would have argued, but it seemed being pregnant really tested my bladder control.

I pouted, turned away from him, and headed toward the bathroom. Silas’ chuckle followed me there.

I quickly did my business and washed my hands. By the time I came out, Silas was leaning against the door, frowning down at his phone.

“Is everything okay?” I asked, walking over to him.

He wrapped his arms around me. “Yeah, Marcus just saw movement outside the club. It could be nothing, but I’m not risking it. Not when it comes to you.” He kissed the top of my head. “I’m taking you home. I already told Maverick and Killian.”

He made a move to pull me out of there, but I stopped him. “Wait, don’t you think you might be overreacting? You just said it could be nothing.”

“Or it could be something. Don’t argue with me, angel. I’m taking you home.”

He walked over to the desk set in the far back of the room and reached into the drawers, pulling out a set of car keys.

“Let’s go.”

He grabbed my hand and walked us out of there before I could even protest.

I watched Silas’ tensed shoulders as we took the back door out. I took in the cool evening air as we came out to what appeared to be an underground parking lot. Silas clicked the keys, and a car in the middle of a row of what seemed like expensive vintage cars beeped.

We were about to move toward it when Silas stopped. His phone must have vibrated because he pulled it out from his suit pocket.

“Hey, Maverick. We’re about to get in the car…”

Silas didn't say anything. Then I watched as his face thundered over from whatever Maverick had said. My heart raced as fear hit me. Something was wrong. I knew it.

Silas looked up at me, a shadow moving through his eyes. He opened his mouth, but he never got the chance to say what he wanted to say.

A loud boom came from the side of the building. It was far enough away from us that we weren’t impacted, but it was still loud, the ground shaking from the sound.

Was that…

Was that an explosion?

Silas grabbed me and ran.

“Wait!” I yelled, trying to stop him. He forged on. “What about Maverick and Killian?”

“They can take care of themselves. I’m getting you out of here.”

“But—”

I didn’t get the chance to finish my sentence. Something—someone—rammed into Silas from the side. He lost his balance and fell, somehow managing to get me to fall on top of him. He grunted as his back hit the concrete floor of the garage.

I pushed up and looked at him. “Are you okay?”

Silas wasn’t looking at me, but something to my left.

His eyes widened, and he pushed me off him, quickly helping me to my feet. He shoved something hard into my palm. “Get in the car and drive off.Now.”

I didn’t get to respond. He turned his back to me and faced off with four men I hadn’t noticed before. I swallowed. They were new. At least, new enough that I didn’t recognize them, but I recognized the symbols on their cuts. The image of a dead man hanging from a rope around his neck.

The Heartless Saints MC.

And they outnumbered Silas.

“Mila, get the fuck out of here,” Silas said harshly.

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