Page 167 of Savage Reign

“Too bad for him, he will never get to her,” Silas said, stepping up to my side.

I blinked.

Mom’s eyes hardened. “What do you want from me? If you’re hoping for Sebastian’s location, you’re not going to get it from me. He’s a paranoid bastard on a good day and has taken all the precautions to make sure he won’t be found.”

“Then we’re just going to have to make him come to us now, won’t we?” Maverick said, sounding so sure. I wished I had his confidence. I wished I could see a way out of this where we all came out unscathed.

I wasn’t so sure anymore.

Mom was right. Sebastian was never going to give me up.

Killian placed his hand on my shoulder. “I think she’s telling the truth—that she really doesn’t know where the bastard is. What do you want to do?”

I wasn’t sure if she was telling the truth or not. I bit my bottom lip, looking from one man to the next, and finally to my mom.

I knew we would know for sure whether or not Mom was lying if I let my men torture her.

My gut turned at the idea.

“Let her go,” I said softly.

The brothers shared a look. “Mila,” Silas began.

I looked at him. “Please. Just let her go. I don’t want to ever see her again.”

And with that, I walked away. The brothers followed me out, surrounding me, but even their presence couldn’t drown out her voice as she yelled at me.

“You were always a weak little girl. A fucking coward, like my dad. Don’t even have the guts to do anything big. I should have killed you when I had the chance. You?—”

Her voice was muffled when the door closed behind us.

My men surrounded me, a cross between anger and heartbreak for me on their faces.

Then I burst out in a loud sob.

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SILAS

Hours later,we were finally back home, and Mila seemed to have settled down. She was asleep, though I doubt her night would be restful.

Killian was with her now, and Maverick was… well, I didn’t know what Maverick was up to.

I volunteered to be the one to take care of her mom.

My fist clenched at the thought of that woman and all the horrible things she yelled at Mila as we left. I shouldn’t have taken Mila with us. That was my mistake.

One I wasn’t going to make again.

The plan was to ship her out of the country.

At least, that was Mila’s plan.

That wasn’t my plan.

I once told her I would never lie to her again, but I was about to break that promise. Because when I come back in a few hours, I will lie straight through my teeth and tell Mila I did as she asked and shipped her mother away.

The drive back to the factory was quick and silent.

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