Page 114 of Savage Reign

Jones nodded. “Misunderstanding.”

“But sir?—”

The young officer just didn’t know when to shut up. Didn’t he know drawing our attention to him was just as bad as a death sentence? As if to echo my thoughts, Silas cracked his knuckles, staring the fucker down. He blanched.

Jones brought my attention back to him when he said, “Oh, don’t look so disappointed, Officer Scott. Do you really think any man under the Tiernan Organization would blab from mere pressure from the police?”

“Organization, Jones?” I asked. “You make it sound so…criminal. We’re simply businessmen who happen to have some luck.”

He laughed. “My mistake, then. Merely businessmen who made time out of their busy schedule to come down to the police station at the news of a man working under them locked up.”

He knew we didn’t come here for Liam. He might be a loyal man to the organization, but he was more than capable of taking care of himself. And he knew our lawyers were at his disposal.

The fucker's eyes moved to Mila. I resisted the urge to pull out my knife.

I was going to enjoy killing this fucker. And I’d make it slow, too.

Mila was now his target. I could only guess why he decided on that now. His informant, the former waiter at our restaurantElysium, had just turned up dead a couple of days before. The fucker Jones thought he had done such a good job protecting his informant from me. What would he think if he knew just how easy it had been for me to find the little rat hidden in a cabin up north of Chicago?

Jones was now out for revenge, and I was sure he was going to do whatever it took to find out as much about Mila as possible. It wouldn’t be long before he realized Daniel Hayes was missing—if he didn’t know about that already.

Unlucky for him, there was no body for him to find. Daniel was merely ashes, long scattered in the Chicago River.

“We’re leaving,” Maverick said. I didn’t need to be told twice. I lifted Mila up in my arms and walked out of there.

“I can walk, you know,” she muttered.

“I know.”

“Are you just going to give me curt answers?”

I grunted at her.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she said under her breath. I squeezed her to me. I couldn’t fucking believe we had let this happen. Mila shouldn’t even have met Jones. And now she was his next target in his unfeasible ambition to take us down.

He was no longer fucking harmless.

He was a dead man walking from this point onward.

I paced backand forth in a room that suddenly felt small. I wanted to destroy something, kill someone, or at least, hell, pound some poor fuckers in the cage just to get all of this pent-up energy out of my system.

“Is he going to be okay?” Mila asked. I didn’t need to see her to know she was looking at me.

Mila had just recounted all that happened while she was out with Rachel. The fucker had approached her. He fucking approached her when she had no skin in the game.

“Sure he is,” Silas answered casually. I scowled at the fucker. My little brother didn’t look worried. It had been years since I’d last kicked his ass, but I wouldn’t mind doing it again. The fucker winked.

“How are you so fucking unconcerned about this?”

His face turned serious. “There is a difference between being unconcerned about this and not needing to worry our littlefirecracker. Don’t you agree?”

“Silas is right,” Maverick chimed in.

I clenched and unclenched my fists. They weren’t getting it. He approached her.

“You.” I pointed my finger at Mila, who was currently sitting on the bed between Maverick’s legs.

“What about me?” she asked, pouting a little.

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