Page 25 of Savage Reign

I pushed him up against the wall, my arms pressed down on his neck, and watched as the fucker struggled to get out of my hold. He wasn’t going to get out of it unless I let him.

“Why are you following me?” I asked, bringing my face close to his. I didn’t recognize him. Short brown hair, pale skin, and sunken brown eyes. He could have been any fucker out there. On the short side of average, I towered over him by at least seven inches and outweighed him by about twenty pounds. He appeared to be strung out on drugs. So now, why would a fucker like him follow me?

I smiled as my hand moved down his body, stopping when I found something hard. I pulled the gun out and threw it to my left, far from his reach, and kept searching him. I found a small blade on the fucker and threw that away.

Panic reached his eyes when he realized he was completely defenseless. I laughed. He was defenseless against me, with or without the weapons.

“I’ll ask again. Why are you following me?”

He shook his head, his skin turning an interesting shade of purple. I let up my hold on his neck, and he gasped, gulping in as much air as he could. I waited.

He didn’t answer me.

I leaned down a little closer. “No? You don’t want to answer me? I can make you talk if you want?”

Fear appeared in his expression, and I waited. Fucker was lucky I didn’t have an empty room I could bring him to. If I brought him back to the room Silas and I shared, I would have to gag him in case Mila could hear.

“I-I was just following orders.”

“Whose?”

“My president. Please. I’m a recruit, and they needed me to do something to prove myself.”

“President? You mean for the Heartless Saints MC?” I asked. I didn’t need him to clarify for me.

The fucker nodded.

“And have you met this president of yours?”

Again, he nodded.

I smiled, showing teeth. Tears seeped out of his eyes from the sight. What kind of men was the MC recruiting? Hell, Mila showed more bravery than this when we first took her.

“You’re going to tell me everything about them. And more importantly, where to find them.”

“And th-then you’ll let me go?” he asked.

I let out a small chuckle. “Sure, Johnny. I’ll let you go.”

“My name’s, uh, name’s not Johnny.”

Fuck, what an amusing little prospect. “It won’t fucking matter.”

10

MILA

I wokeup with a start and looked around the room, wondering why it suddenly felt so strange.

Not in a bad way, but not in a good way either. Just… strange.

And I had the weirdest dream.

I closed my eyes, and it almost felt… real. Too real.

I dreamed of Killian holding me in this bed. I took in a shuddering breath. I could almost smell him on my bed sheets.

My eyes sprang open, and I let out a small gasp when I realized I couldactuallysmell him.

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