Page 147 of Savage Reign

Sebastian let out an angry roar and chased after me. I could hear his footsteps closing in. I wasn’t going to outrun him. I pushed harder.

I cried out when the bastard shot at something to my left. Plaster from the cement pillars chipped off, some of it hitting my shoulder as I ran.

He wasn’t trying to kill me, just scare me enough to slow me down. I chanced a look back.

I wished I hadn’t.

Sebastian was no more than three feet away from me, and he looked angry, blood dripping down the side of his neck, making him look more monster than man.

A loud bang rang out once more. I blinked. That wasn’t from Sebastian.

And he knew it too because he crouched low and jumped in between two cars, staying hidden.

I tried to locate where the shots were coming from. Gregory stood by the entrance of the garage. Never had I been so glad to see another person.

“Come here, Mila,” Gregory said. I rushed toward him. He pushed me behind him and moved back until I was between him and the wall.

He looked out, and he must have sensed movement because he fired another shot.

“Silas,” I said.

“Maverick, Killian, and Marcus are there. Don’t worry.”

Sure enough, when I looked to where Silas was, he was no longer on the ground. He was bleeding and looked badly hurt, but he was standing, anger marring his face. The four men who had fought with him were kneeling on the ground, surrendering.

“Do you see Sebastian?” I asked.

Gregory grunted. I’d take that as a no.

The sound of tires peeling out reverberated in the garage, and Gregory tried to hit the tires. He let out a frustrated noise when he missed, and Sebastian was gone, leaving his men behind. I leaned back against the wall, unsure if I would be able to hold myself up any longer, when Gregory suddenly moved out of the way, pity on his face, just as my men surrounded me.

Killian helped me stand up straight as Maverick checked my body for any injuries. Just a few scratches here and there. He frowned when he got to my neck.

“What happened here?” he asked.

It took me a moment to realize what he was seeing. Silas must have left a mark on my neck when he bit me in the office.

“It’s not…” I looked over to Silas, who was keeping his distance, and I didn’t know why. Was he okay?

Maverick must have understood what I meant because he nodded.

“Let’s get you home.”

“Your club…”

Maverick shook his head. “I have people already dealing with this mess. The police and fuck, maybe the FBI might stop by, but that’s a fucking problem for another day. I just need to make sure you’re safe.”

I nodded and turned to Silas.

He looked at me with tortured eyes. My bottom lip trembled, and I held out my hand for him. “Silas?”

What would I do if he rejected me?

It was a silly thought. I realized it almost immediately after I thought it because Silas grabbed my hand, pulled me into him, and buried his face in the crook of my neck.

“Fuck, baby. I’m so mad at you. Why didn’t you run when I told you to?”

“And leave you behind? Never.”

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