Page 148 of Savage Reign

He pulled back until I could see his face. It was easy to make out the frustration there.

“Let’s just get out of here,” Killian said.

Silas nodded and pulled me along, stopping only to pat Gregory on the back. “We owe you one.”

The older man shook his head. “You owe me nothing.”

Silas didn’t say anything as he pulled me away. I looked back at Gregory, and there was a strange look in his eyes that I couldn’t explain.

As if saving me had less to do with his partnership with the Tiernan brothers and more to do with something personal.

Only, what?

30

MAVERICK

I was still fucking shaking.

One second too late, and we would have lost Mila. Fucking hell, but how had we let that almost happen?

If Gregory hadn’t been there…

I didn’t want to fucking think about it.

I owed that man everything. After all, he saved my entire world. And I didn’t think I would be able to let Mila out of my sight any time soon.

I knew my brothers felt the same way. We were going to keep a close eye on her from now on, even at the risk of suffocating her. I didn’t fucking care anymore.

We were just a short month away from her twenty-fifth birthday, and the bastard Cline was getting desperate. Even more so now that he almost had her and lost her.

We were back at home, back in my office. Mila was sitting on the couch, looking down at her feet on the carpet, a frown pulling her eyebrows together. She had been quiet all night, and I didn’t know what she was thinking.

My hands balled into tight fists. It was my fucking fault. I let her out of my sight, and we nearly lost her.

Lost her and our child.

I looked away from her and to my brothers. Silas was standing with his back against one wall, his arms crossed, and a dark look on his face. My easygoing brother didn’t look so easygoing anymore.

He looked angry. And haunted. Definitely bruised. He was going to look a little rough for a while.

And he was probably thinking about the moment he couldn’t fight off those MC bastards quickly enough to stop Sebastian from grabbing her.

He would be thinking about that moment for the rest of his life. I knew because I was the same way.

Killian was pacing up and down the office, as if that would help expel some of the built-up energy inside him.

Suddenly, he let out a roar, scaring Mila, and punched a hole through the wall.

“Killian,” I called out.

He turned to me, his chest heaving, his eyes frantic and wild. “We have to fucking kill him. Burn the fucking club to the ground.”

“I agree,” I said mildly. “But you need to rein in your emotions right now because it is fogging up your mind, and you’re no good to me like this. Plus, you’re scaring Mila, and that’s not acceptable.”

As if he had only realized Mila was in the office with us, he turned toward her, blanched from the evident fear in her eyes. He slowly walked over to her as if she were a cornered animal, and when she didn’t do anything to stop him, he got down on his knees in front of her and buried his head on her lap, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist.

She didn’t say anything for one long second, then I saw her shoulders relax before she gently ran her fingers through his hair.

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