Page 168 of Savage Reign

We owned all the surrounding properties and had men stationed throughout whenever we needed the building, liketoday when we captured a handful of Sebastian’s men. And what would you know, the road captain happened to be a part of that.

We were keeping the men here for a few more nights before interrogating them, mostly to get them tired enough, hungry enough,desperateenough that they would tell us whatever we needed to know.

I had a feeling it might not be much. If Mila’s mom was telling the truth, then Sebastian wasn’t taking any chances with his safety. He knew he couldn’t take us on, not with the measly number he had on his side, so now, we were stuck playing the fucking game of cat and mouse with the bastard.

Once I arrived at the building, I looked at my surroundings to make sure there wasn’t anyone here who wasn’t supposed to be here before heading inside.

Mila’s mom was still tied to the chair. Her eyes were closed, but I knew she wasn’t asleep.

I closed the door behind me, the metal screeching before shutting, and stayed where I was, watching her.

Did she really not feel love for the daughter who was half her?

I didn’t fucking get it.

And I supposed, it wasn’t really for me to get. Or care about.

As if sensing me there, she asked, “Are you here to let me go?”

I nodded. “I’ll make sure you’re finally free.”

She opened her eyes then, and though I already knew what they looked like—the carbon copy of Mila’s eyes—I was still taken aback by it.

She smiled at me. “A little piece of advice, kid?”

I didn’t answer her.

She laughed. “Let Mila go. That girl is cursed. Everyone around her always gets bad luck.”

“Is that so?” I asked, pushing away from the door and walking over to her.

She nodded, smiling widely. “Oh yeah. Bad shit always happens with her around. That’s why I left.”

I stopped when I was no more than a foot away from her. “Is that why you left? Not because you’re irresponsible and a bad mother?”

Her eyes flashed with anger before she controlled them, contorting her expression back to normal. “I’m just trying to help.”

“It’s not needed. But how about I give you some advice?”

She laughed. “You got advice for me? I would love to hear it.”

I smiled and bent down until our faces were mere inches away from each other. I looked directly into her eyes. Mila’s eyes. I held my gaze steady as I pulled the knife I had tucked into the waistband of my jeans.

I plunged the knife into her chest, right where her heart lay.

Her eyes widened, her mouth gaping open, but no words came out. Wetness gushed, her blood staining my hand. I twisted the knife in a little deeper. She jumped slightly, but I knew she didn’t have long. Just any minute now.

She was still conscious.

“Don’t fuck with the woman I love,” I said softly. “The end results are all the same. It’s too bad you won’t live long enough to take my advice.”

She gasped for breath.

I stayed where I was, not moving away until her eyes finally glazed over, and she took her very last breath.

It was done.

Mila’s mother had died by my hands. I tried to see if I felt even an ounce of regret.

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