Page 58 of Savage Cravings
That was where Maverick and Silas had brought the two former members of the Heartless Saints MC. A small interrogation told us what we already knew. They had been there for Mila, under orders. Only, they didn’t know whose orders they were working with, so that had led us to a fucking dead end.
Was there another member of the MC we didn’t know about—one who had the influence to command the men as much as Hayes did?
That was a possibility, and that could mean there was another problem we would have to handle some time in the future.
This entire thing turned out to be nothing but a fucking headache, and the biggest headache happened to be Daniel Hayes’ spawn.
Fucking perfect.
I parked a distance away from the factory, right next to the unregistered truck Maverick was driving. I grabbed Silas’ shoulder before he could get out of the car. He turned to me.
“Are you really serious about the girl?”
“Yes,” he answered with no hesitation.
“You barely know her.”
We both knew it was true. How much could he possibly learn about the girl since meeting her just shy of three days before?
He shrugged like that shit didn’t matter to him, and I clenched my fist by my side, resisting the urge to punch him in the face.
“It doesn’t matter. What I saw was enough to keep me interested. And what I know so far tells me I was right. I want to keep learning about her.”
“And what if she’s not who you think she is? Who you’re hoping she will be?”
“Don’t worry. I have your cynical ass to look out for me, don’t I?” he asked.
I was taken aback by the bitterness in his voice. “You’re my brother. Of course I’m looking out for you.”
“Will you ever see me as anything besides that little boy forced to run from his home in the middle of the night? A home that was a shitty one to begin with.”
“I know you’re not that,” I said. It didn’t mean I would stop protecting him just because his ass was fully grown.
“Then act like it. I know what I’m doing. And don’t you think you’re overestimating Mila Hayes?”
“She’s Daniel Hayes’ fucking daughter.”
“And we know better than anyone that we are not our parents. Otherwise, you, me, and Maverick would have been doomed from the fucking start.”
“Who’s to say we’re not?” I asked.
He shook his head. “We’re not. And Mila isn’t Lilliana.”
It took every fucking molecule in my being to not jump over the seat and attack him. “Don’t mention that bitch’s name.”
He shook his head. “Then stop letting that bitch affect every single one of your decisions.”
With that, he climbed out of the car and closed the door, the slam of it ringing in my ears, even after he had disappeared inside the factory.
I stayed where I was and took a moment to myself before getting out of the car and following Silas inside.
I could already hear the cry of the man before I saw him.
He was currently chained to the ceiling, his feet hanging about a foot from the ground. He was shirtless, and judging from the wounds, Maverick had had his fun without us.
My older brother was known for his iron-willed control, something Silas and I had depended on all our lives, but tonight, there was something unhinged about him.
I stayed in my spot in the corner, observing. This wasn’t my torture session. It was mostly Silas’, though I was curious. What was so special about Mila Hayes that men were looking for her even after the news of her father’s death?
