Page 21 of Savage Cravings

Killian shifted, and I moved without thinking, climbing over Maverick and jumping on top of Killian.

“What the fuck?”

I distinctly heard him muttering—I couldn’t be sure. Not with the roaring in my ears.

I grabbed the gun and threw it out of reaching distance.

“No,” I said.

I turned him around and pressed my hand on his chest.

He glared up at me. “You always did have a fucking thing for strays. This shit is going to get you killed one of these days. Now, get the fuck off me.”

I hardened my voice. “No, we’re not killing her.”

“Silas—”

I shook my head, cutting him off. “No.”

Nothing more needed to be said.

My breath got caught in the middle of my throat, making it hard to fucking think straight.

I pressed my hands harder on him.

I wouldn’t fucking let anyone touch the girl. Not now, not fucking ever.

“She needs to go,” Maverick said beside me, though he didn’t sound as sure as he had moments before. Did he fucking feel it too?

I looked over at him.

Killian relaxed under me.

Maverick was the biggest motherfucker I had ever seen, but Killian and I were evenly matched, even though I was slightlybulkier. Even still, I knew he could have pushed me off him if he really wanted to.

My brothers and I conceded to no one.

No one except each other.

And they were going to concede to me on this, because killing Mila Hayes was no longer an option.

Maverick looked back at the motel room. I was sure she had already made it inside by now. Safe from Killian. For now.

“What do you suggest we do?” Maverick asked. “She’s a loose end. And we can’t show any weaknesses.” There it was again. That uncertainty in his voice—a weakness I had no problem exploiting.

The words were out of my mouth before I thought better of it.

“We keep her.”

And I knew it was true.

We were going to take her and keep her.

Maverick didn’t say anything to that.

Beneath me, Killian let out a long sigh. “Fucking hell.”

I pressed my weight down, so the fucker knew I was serious about this. About her. “Killian.”