Page 13 of Savage Reign

We both knew Vincent had a son. A boy who just turned nineteen last month. Perhaps to some, he might be considered too young to rule, but hell, when I was nineteen, I had already begun building my army. And from fucking scratch. It wasn’t like our uncle had helped us with anything except to give us a safe place to hide from fucking Hayes.

“The boy can take his father’s stead,” Silas said, standing up, his brown eyes assessing. This was why my brothers and I worked so well together. We always knew what the other one was thinking. Killian might have acted rashly and killed the head of the Famiglia, but I wasn’t sure if I wouldn’t have killed the fucker with my bare hands as well, after the way he talked about Mila.

Giovanni didn’t say anything, but I knew the look in his eyes well. He was calculating.

I smiled. “Leave. And take your men with you. And tell the heir we'll work with him if he can control his father’s men.”

Giovanni shook his head. “You think men are now going to follow a boy who barely just got inducted into the business? The boy fucking spent more years drinking from his mom’s tit than he has in the business.”

I shrugged. “As nice an imagery as that might be, it’s not my problem.”

“But it will be if they don’t. You might have just caused an all-out war in Chicago. I hope the littlewhorewas worth it.”

I placed my hand on Killian's chest when it looked like he was about to attack the man.

My mistake was not paying attention to my other brother. Silas jumped over the table and tackled the fucker to the ground. I let out a small sigh and nodded at Emilio, and he walked around the table to pull Silas off the man. It took three tries before he could pull my brother away, and by then, Giovanni’s face was a bloody mess, streaks of blood running down the side of it. His men came forward and helped him up, not taking his eyes off us.

“Take him and get out of here,” I said. We’d caused enough to worry about, and I needed Giovanni alive to ensure the fucking Cadorna Famiglia could get organized to finish off the deal and make sure we didn’t have an all-out war on our hands.

We watched as Cadorna’s men left the restaurant. I turned to my brothers when the door closed behind them.

“What the hell was that?”

Silas cracked his neck, not looking a tiny bit remorseful. Killian just looked like he was high on adrenaline and needed his next fix.

“Let’s just go,” I said, knowing nothing I said now would get through to them.

I walked out without waiting for them, passing over Vincent’s body. I would have to compensate Cian for this.

I didn’t care that the fucker was dead. He had been getting on my nerves, but hell.

His words echoed in my head. Killian was right. Mila was going to be our downfall. Our fucking weakness. And I couldn’t fucking fault her for that. But now, it seemed word had been getting around. How many more men were after her, trying to break the Tiernan Syndicate?

Fuck, but where the hell was she?

6

MILA

I was late.

I barely left my motel room all week, opting to order in takeout and depleting what little savings I did have. And none of that fucking mattered because I was late.

My period never came.

It could be nothing. I wasn’t exactly always regular anyway. Stress could do that to you, and Lord knew I had been feeling nothing but stress all week, but somehow, I didn’t think stress was the cause of my period not coming.

My bottom lip trembled as I looked around the room. It was early afternoon. I just had breakfast—or tried to. I hadn’t had the appetite for anything.

What if I was pregnant? And how fucking bad was it that I didn’t even know who the father was? What the hell was I supposed to do now?

Tears stung my eyes, and I quickly wiped them away before they could fall. If they did, I didn’t think I could stop crying then. And I couldn’t possibly break down.

No, I had to know for sure.

I stood up from the bed and swayed slightly, feeling lightheaded from standing up too quickly and the lack of food.I held onto the bed for a quick second before getting my composure back.

I could do this. I had to because there was no other choice. And if I was pregnant, then…

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