Page 170 of Savage Reign

“It sounds like you put a lot of thought into this,” Maverick said, grabbing her hand.

“I have,” she said. “And you know it makes sense.”

Maverick nodded, looking around at Killian and me. I knew my brother well. I knew where he was going with this. I grinned, leaning back against my chair.

“But you’re not proposing to us,” Maverick said.

Mila frowned. “It’s not like I wanted to be the one to propose,” she grumbled, sounding put off by it.

“We are Catholic,” I mentioned.

Her frown pulled in deeper. “Okay. What does that have to do with anything?”

I let out a small chuckle. She still wasn’t getting it.

Maverick stood and helped her up. She looked around at us. I knew she was beginning to understand.

Killian and I got up as well, standing on either side of Maverick. As one, we each got down on one knee. Her eyes widened, and she backed up half a step before thinking better of it.

“Marry us,” Maverick said. Mila gasped.

“Did you really think you could ever escape us?” Killian asked. “Marriage means nothing compared to how we feel about you. People get divorced all the time—not that you will be able to do it. For other people, marriage isn’t permanent. But what we feel for you? That is. And you won’t ever escape us.”

She shook her head and said, “I wouldn’t want to.”

“Good,” I chimed in. “It will make your life a hell of a lot easier.”

She let out a chuckle.

“So what do you say, little monster? Will you do us the honor of marrying us?”

She nodded. “Yes. Yes!”

She ran toward us, hugging Maverick first before moving to Killian and then me, tears streaming down her face. We surrounded her, like how it would always be.

Us protecting her, and her in the center of our universe.

It wasa little past midnight when Killian walked in with Robert, Rachel’s son, who worked as our advisor for the syndicate.

The man also served as our estate’s lawyer, taking in accounts of all our assets.

His lips were set in a thin line. He obviously didn’t like what we were doing, but there was no changing our minds.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Robert. Nice to see you again. Would you like a drink?” Maverick asked, ever the diplomat.

The man sat down with a sigh. “Scotch would be great.”

Maverick nodded and got up to pour the man a generous amount. My phone beeped, announcing our next visitor.

“I’ll be right back,” I said, walking out of the office. Fuck, but I just wanted to get this done and over with and get back to Mila.

I went to the front door, opening it to see Gregory Perez standing there.

“Come on in,” I said, widening the door for him to enter. He looked around, ever the cautious man. But he was also pushing my patience.

“If we wanted you dead, you would have been dead before you’d ever got the chance to step foot into this house,” I said.

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