Page 3 of Savage Reign

And once that happened, Mila had better prepare herself. She won’t ever escape my grasp, ever again.

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MILA

I wokeup with a startled gasp and sat up, taking in my surroundings.

Everything was dark and silent except for the winds blowing outside. I shivered, even if it was hot in the room, and pulled the blanket up to my shoulders.

I hadn’t slept well since the day I left the club. Left the brothers. And I hated to think of the reason that was.

I missed them.

I shouldn’t. They crossed lines—boundaries—that shouldn’t have been crossed. They tracked me and gave me a placebo in place of my birth control.

I could still feel the stinging in my back from the cut Zoe had given me. It became more pronounced the more I thought about it. I had thought it wouldn’t sting so much after a couple of days.

And this wound was the least of my worries.

I grimaced as my thoughts turned.

I only had sex a handful of times, but all of them had been unprotected. I didn’t fucking know why. Shouldn’t men like them want tonotget someone pregnant?

I shook my head. My period was due in one week. I shouldn’t worry over things so soon, especially things I had very little control over, but what if?—

I couldn’t even bring myself to think about that. I couldn’t be a mom. What kind of mom would I be, if not a bad one? It wasn’t like I had great role models to look up to growing up.

Tears stung my eyes, and I quickly wiped them away.

God, I hated them for even putting me in this situation. Hated them for making me feel like this.

Hated them for making me miss them.

I made the right decision to leave, didn’t I?

Why the hell did it feel like I might have made a big mistake then?

I didn’t fucking know.

What I did know was I had been nothing but a mess since I left. I was skittish and felt unsteady on my feet.

I was…

I was scared.

I hadn’t thought of myself as such a scaredy-cat, but I was that.

I was also so damn exhausted.

I hadn’t realized how much freedom there was in them taking my freedom away.

It was a messed-up way of thinking, but in their cage, I didn’t have to think. I didn’t have to worry. Whatever they chose for me was that, and I had been safe from everyone else—from any of the former members of my dad’s club and from any horrible people who wanted to harm me.

That wasn’t the case anymore.

My run-in with Lenny stayed fully present in my mind. Silas had said he was locked up in prison, though now that I knew who the brothers were, I guessed Lenny wasn’t locked up but buried somewhere in New Orleans.

I shuddered from the thought.

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