Page 187 of Savage Reign

I wiped the tears away and shook my head. “We’re not giving Killian a tramp stamp.”

I tried to sound stern, but the laughter in my voice kind of took away the effect. Silas’ eyes twinkled before he looked at Frederick over my head. “Don’t worry about it, old man. I have already got your ticket to Ireland. You can go and visit your ma for as‌ long as you need to.”

“That won’t stop the bastard from hunting me down,” Frederick grumbled.

I looked at Silas worriedly. Would we really get Frederick in trouble?

Silas winked at me. “Don’t worry about that, sweetheart. All you have to do is bat your eyelashes and tell Killian you don’t want him to kill Frederick.”

“And you really think that will work?” I asked.

“Sure,” Silas said with a laugh.

I slapped his chest. “Be serious.”

He grabbed my hand and raised it to his lips, kissing the inside of my wrist. “I promise Killian won’t kill Frederick. And when have I ever broken a promise to you?”

“Never,” I said softly.

He nodded. “Never. Now, what do you want to give Killian?”

I turned back to the man on the bed. Climbing on, I gently touched his face with my fingers. He looked so relaxed right now. “He’s going to be so pissed when he wakes.”

Silas let out a chortle. “I know. Isn’t it great? So what will it be, angel?”

I thought long and hard about it, then I turned to Frederick and smiled. “I got it.”

I was wrong.

Killian wasn’t pissed when he woke up.

He was murderously furious.

It wasn’t until late afternoon that the drugs finally wore off, and Killian woke up. And everyone in the house knew it, considering how loud he roared.

“Mila! Mirabelle!”

I winced as Rachel's eyebrows pulled together in a frown. We were in the kitchen, baking cookies.

“What the fuck is going on?” Maverick asked, stepping into the kitchen. I backed up a step when I saw the gun in his hand. He looked around, trying to find the threat.

“Oh, Killian is awake,” Silas said casually—happily—coming up behind Maverick. He stepped over to me first, giving me a quick kiss on my cheek before walking up to our daughter in her baby rocker. She smiled when she saw him, holding out both her hands. “Dada. Dada.”

Maverick took in Silas and put the gun away, shaking his head. I let out a small sigh of relief. I didn’t care that guns were a necessity for their job. I would never get used to the sight. And Maverick had mentioned wanting to teach me how to shoot… yeah, I didn’t think so.

“Hey, my sweet girl. Your other daddy is pretty pissed off right now,” Silas said to Mirabelle.

I shook my head at the blasé attitude he was taking on.

Killian stumbled his way into the kitchen, his eyes wild. So the drug hadn’t completely worn off. I looked at him nervously. Perhaps it wasn’t such a good idea. Then I thought about my one and only tattoo, and well… maybe it was.

Killian looked at Maverick, then me, his eyes roaming over my body, checking for injuries, then to Mirabelle. I felt a little guilty. He obviously thought something had happened to us, and that was why he was drugged.

“We’re fine,” I said, trying to reassure him.

It took him a moment to process everything. I could see it in his brown eyes once he did. He looked at Silas.

“You.”

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