Page 164 of Savage Reign

When he pulled back, we were both breathing hard. I looked at his lips, which were wet and slightly swollen.

He groaned. “Don’t look at me like that, angel.”

“Like what?”

With another growl, he hauled me back to him and kissed me a third time, this one rougher and much quicker than the first two.

“Come on,” he said, leading me along.

I stopped him. “I want to be there when you question my mom. And Ramsy.”

A warning glint entered his eyes. “Angel.”

“Not for the torture part,” I said quickly. I didn’t care how much I loved them—I would never get used to seeing them torture anyone, deserved or not.

“You’re not… you’re not going to torture my mom, are you?”

He didn’t answer me right away. “Do you want us to spare her?”

I hesitated. “Please.”

“Okay, angel. Come on, you can come with me then, but you’re going to let Liam and Conor take you home after, got me?”

I nodded and grabbed his hand. “Got you.”

Silas pulledto a stop in front of what looked like an abandoned factory.

I looked around the deserted place curiously.

“Is this where you bring…?”

Silas pulled away from the gearshift and grabbed my hand, squeezing it briefly.

“You don’t need to worry about this, sweetheart.”

Right. I’ll take that as a yes. It didn’t look like much. Or very secure, but I was sure my men never did anything without thinking things through completely.

“Stay here until I come get you,” Silas said. He was already out the door before I could answer. I stayed where I was, watching as Silas took in his surroundings.

The bruising on his face from when Sebastian’s men jumped him in the parking garage was getting better, though it was still visible.

Every time I looked at it, all I wanted was to pull him into my arms and kiss it all better.

He came to my door moments later and opened it for me. I took off my seatbelt and got out of the car, grabbing hold of Silas’ hand. He looked down at it, then at me.

“You don’t have to worry about anything. I’ll be here to protect you.”

I nodded. “I know.”

He let out a small grunt of satisfaction and led us to the dilapidated building.

Once inside, I could make out the distinct sound of someone screaming… beneath the building?

I looked at Silas.

He tightened his grip around my hand but didn’t say anything as we walked further into the building, toward the far back. An old, ripped curtain hung by a wall, and Silas pulled it back to reveal what looked like a hole big enough to fit even Maverick, I guessed.

“This leads down,” Silas said. I nodded, not sure if he wanted me to go in first. He gently pushed me toward the hole. He turned me around and grabbed my armpits, hoisting me down. I didn’t make a sound, though I wanted to. My feet hung off the ground for a while, and I was hoping I would feel the bottom soon when I felt hands grasping at my feet.

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