Page 113 of Savage Reign

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KILLIAN

I burstthrough the doors of the police station, Maverick and Silas following behind us.

I could hear Mila’s voice carrying out through the hall, and I ran faster, trying to get to her as quickly as possible.

If even a hair on her head was missing, I would fucking burn this police station down to the ground.

When I finally found her, the scene I saw was not what I was expecting. Mila was red in the face, arguing with a police officer twice her size, that fire that I loved about her so much clearly present in her eyes. Conor was between the officer and Mila, doing a good job of holding the officer away from her. Though, at this point, I wasn’t sure if he was trying to keep the officer away from Mila or the other way around.

Rachel was standing off in the corner, looking as angry as Mila but not as loud.

“Ma’am, I’m going to ask you to calm down, or I’ll lock you up for contempt.”

“You touch her, motherfucker, and that’ll be the last thing you’ll regret doing,” Conor said, placing his hands out but not touching the man directly.

The young officer glared at Conor. “Was that a threat?”

Conor smiled. “No. It was a promise.”

“Why you?—”

“Enough.”

Everyone turned around when Maverick spoke up. My brother’s always had that way about him that commanded the entire room without raising his voice.

Mila saw us, and her shoulders sagged in relief. She ran up to me. I wrapped my arms tightly around her, feeling my barely controlled rage licking at my insides, begging to be let out when I felt her shaking in my arms.

She pulled back, looking at me, then at Maverick and Silas before turning her attention back to me once more. “They have him.”

I frowned. “Who, baby?”

I hadn’t bothered to ask for the details when Conor called. All he said was that he and Mila were at the police station, and that was enough to have me running to get to her.

“Liam. They have him locked up. You have to get him out. He didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Didn’t do anything wrong?” the young police officer asked. He took a step back when I glared at him. He continued, though with not as much bluster, “He assaulted an FBI agent.”

My arms tightened around her. I had a fucking idea of who that agent was.

“He was defending me,” Mila spat.

“Defending you? Last I checked, Agent Jones didn’t even touch you.”

Silas moved in front of Mila, leaving her in between us. His shoulders heaved. If Maverick didn’t control him, Silas might punch out the young shithead… before I got to.

“And where is Agent Jones?” Silas asked quietly.

The son of a bitch shifted on his feet. A shuffling sound came from my left, and we all turned to see the fucker Jones movinginto the room. He looked worse for wear, but he was smiling. I didn’t fucking like his smile one bit.

“Gentlemen,” he greeted through one fat lip.

“Is it true you have one of my men locked up?” Maverick said, intervening, obviously afraid things would get out of control if he let either Silas or me talk.

“Just a misunderstanding. He’s in the process of being released as we speak.”

“Misunderstanding,” Maverick repeated mildly.

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