Page 2 of Savage Reign

I made my eyes harden.

“F-fifty thousand.”

It was with years of practice that I was able to control my expression. “And you believed him?”

“Not—not at first. But he gave me twenty-five to start. Said I would get the rest once the job was done.”

“And that was?” I asked, though I could probably guess.

“Help the girl escape from all of you and contact him once that is done.”

“And did you?” Maverick asked, his voice impassive. I knew better.

She looked at him, her eyes begging him. What did she think would happen once we got everything? She wasn’t fucking hanging from the ceiling while we tortured her for information. She should count herself lucky. But being a woman only afforded her so much.

Resignation hung in her eyes when she realized there was nothing she could say or do that would help. She nodded.

Fuck me.

Mila was somewhere out there while Sebastian Cline and what was left of the Heartless Saints MC were hunting her.

“When was he supposed to drop by to give you the rest of the money?” Maverick asked.

“The drop was supposed to happen the day of. But I didn’t show up…”

So the fucker probably guessed that we had Zoe. Which meant he would double his efforts to get to Mila before we could. I couldn’t even think what he would do to her once he got his hands on her.

A small, insidious voice in my head whispered that maybe he had her already, and that was why we couldn’t find her in this city. I pushed away the thought once it entered.

Maverick pulled out his gun, causing her tremors to worsen. “P-please. I’m so sorry. Just let me go, and I promise you won’t ever see me again.”

Killian shook his head and grabbed the gun, pointing it at her. He didn’t hesitate when he pulled the trigger, hitting her squarely on her forehead. Her eyes remained wide open as blood splattered from behind and beneath her.

“No loose ends,” Killian muttered, placing the gun back on the desk. He turned away from us and toward the window.

I didn’t fucking care what he was thinking or how he was feeling.

There was this terrible,uglyfeeling inside of me, and I didn’t fucking know how to get rid of it.

“We’ll find her,” Maverick said. I wondered who he was trying to convince, Killian or himself, ’cause it sure as hell wasn’t me. He said we would find her, but I didn’t fucking know how. Even with the resources we had, there had been no sightings of Mila anywhere. So either she had been able to get out of Chicago, out of our territory when she didn’t even have a car, or…

“Fuck!” I shouted, flipping the desk over.

None of my brothers stopped me. And it wasn’t fucking enough. I jumped over the desk lying on its side and moved to the couch, tearing apart the fucking fabric with my bare hands.

Still not fucking enough.

I destroyed everything in the office my hands came into contact with, but that ugly feeling only grew, and I didn’t fucking know where to put it or how to get rid of it. I had never felt so out of control before.

Someone placed their hand on my shoulder. I jumped and turned around to see Maverick standing there.

His eyes held the same desperation I felt.

He nodded. He didn’t need to say anything. I knew. No matter what we had to burn or who we had to kill, we were going to get her back. There was no other alternative.

We were going to get her back. Because if we didn’t get her back, I was going to destroy everyone and everything in my path.

We were going to get her back.

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