6. Silas
6
SILAS
The little club princess was so much more than I had been expecting.
I watched as she rushed to the back, behind a small wall that probably led to the kitchen, taking her completely away from my sight.
Something about that didn’t sit right with me, and it was taking everything in me not to get up and go after her. Hold her close to me, so every other fucker in this fucking restaurant who had dared to look at her knew she belonged to me.
I didn’t do any of that.
I stayed where I was seated, like a good boy.
I should get a fucking medal for the restraint I was showing.
Hell, Maverick would be proud if he knew?—
Movement caught my attention, and I looked up to see the redhead was still standing there, glaring at me like she really wanted to kill me.
Get in line, sweetheart.
I didn’t know why the fuck she was still standing here. I thought we were done.
She asked, and I said no.
“Is there anything else you need?” I asked, not bothering to keep the menace from my voice now that Mila was out of earshot.
She blinked and took a half-step back.
She muttered something unintelligible, and I raised one eyebrow before I went back to my food.
I could see her moving back to her table, where her friends tried to offer her some words of comfort.
She should count herself lucky I wasn’t interested.
My eyes automatically moved to the back, just in time to see Mila walking back with the check in her hand.
She set it down at the table with the four girls. The brunette handed Mila her card before any words were exchanged. I was sure she did it to prevent the redhead from saying anything.
“I’ll be back with your receipt,” Mila said. The tone of her voice seemed to carry throughout the busy restaurant, standing out even in such a loud environment.
Her voice surprised me—but in a good way.
It was husky and low, sounding like cigarettes and sex.
I didn’t think she smoked, but fuck if her voice wasn’t fucking addictive.
I could only imagine how she would sound calling my name after I made her come multiple times, as her tight pussy convulsed around my dick.
I shifted, trying to relieve the hard-on from the imagery.
And because I was a man who’d just found my newest obsession, I kept my gaze on her ass as she walked away.
“Fucking hell,” Killian muttered, obviously catching me.
I smiled at him. “Don’t worry, big brother. You’ll find I’m really generous with my new toy. I don’t mind sharing… but only with you and dear old Mavey here.”
I patted Maverick on his shoulder.
“Don’t call me that,” Maverick said, shrugging off my touch. “Now that you see the girl, what are you planning on doing with her?”
I took a sip of my water, not answering.
Fuck, but I knew what I wanted to do. Take her back with me to Chicago, keep her in my room… in my bed. I’d make sure she’d want for nothing.
I would worship every inch of her body, like a repentant sinner inside the holy ground of a church for the first time, only to come back and use her for my pleasure—the devil who found heaven in his hell.
Lucky for her, this devil didn’t want to break her.
I just… wanted her.
I would devour her whole until she understood just who owned her.
My perfect little whore.
And what was more, she would enjoy every moment of it. She would come back and beg me for more, confident that she owned every fiber of my very being as well.
I wasn’t a man others could easily control, but to be owned by an angel—yeah, it didn’t sound so bad.
My eyes made their way to Killian. With his past, I was sure he would rather chance a bullet to the head than let any woman own him.
But the fucker’s perception was skewed, so what the fuck did he know?
I wasn’t wrong about this… about Mila.
She was the one for us.
The one Maverick could fuss over and protect, the one who would bring Killian out of his cynical shell, and the one who was… mine. Just mine.
But for all that shit to happen, she couldn’t fear us. Which would be the fucking case if I gave into my instinct and did what I always did when I wanted something.
Take, without any care for the consequences.
Fuck.
I wanted her to want this, to want me, and that shit wouldn’t happen if I just abducted her and took her home, no matter how much my instincts were screaming at me to do just that.
“I want to spend a few weeks here in New Orleans,” I said.
Killian and Maverick shared a look.
“We have things to do in Chicago,” Maverick said, always thinking about the family business. It was always about the family business—and revenge—with him.
“You guys can go. Killian’s already decided she’ll be our downfall, so he’s obviously not interested in the girl and you”—I pointed at Maverick—“I don’t even know what you’re thinking half of the time. You’ve been so focused on getting back our empire, you forgot about yourself.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Maverick said, his voice calm.
He was always so fucking calm.
Most of the time, I depended on it to keep myself grounded, but there were times like this, when it just annoyed the fuck out of me.
“It’s not a bad thing, okay? But we spent years obsessing over this revenge. We already got it.”
Maverick shook his head. “This is only the beginning, little brother.”
I looked away, not saying anything.
I wasn’t fucking stupid.
Getting revenge on Daniel Hayes and taking back what was ours would be the easy part.
The hard part was what came after.
The hard part was ensuring that now that we had the empire, we would be able to keep it. And what we had, a lot of other fuckers wanted.
“We need to show others that the Tiernan brothers are stronger than ever. To be a united front, no matter what,” Maverick said.
“We are a united front,” I argued.
It wasn’t just a fucking front we put on for others.
We really were close.
My brothers were all I had, and I knew it was the same for them. I would lay down my own life for them, certain that either of them would put a fucking bullet in their head before they’d ever let anything happen to me.
But this felt important.
I didn’t know what it was about the girl or the situation, but everything in my gut said not to leave without her, and my gut was rarely wrong.
“Not if you let this girl come between us,” Killian said, bringing me out of my thoughts.
I turned to him. “Careful, brother, or that chip on your shoulder might end up cutting something precious.”
He shook his head and took a sip of his water, not looking at me.
I allowed my eyes to roam over the restaurant once more, searching for Mila. I doubted she would come back to our table again until it was absolutely necessary.
I didn’t blame her.
My brothers and I could be a lot to take in at times. But I wasn’t a man who gave up easily. She could avoid me tonight, but that wouldn’t always be the case.
When I was determined to make something mine, I very rarely failed.
I worked to finish everything that was on my plate.
I didn’t talk to my brothers again for the rest of the meal, though I could hear their quiet voices as they discussed what would need to be done to bring the narcotic trade up to new heights.
I only half listened.
Especially since sweet little Mila had just scuttled out from her hiding place and was standing by the bar, talking to the bartender, who was obviously interested in her.
My hand clenched around the steak knife.
“Jesus. You know better than to let your emotions show,” Killian said quietly beside me. “And you can’t kill anyone while we’re here.”
I shot him a sharp look.
“He’s right, Silas,” Mav added. “Let’s not give Agent Jones anything he can use against us.
Fucking Special Agent Matthew Jones.
The fucker was the head of the FBI’s crime division, and he’d had a fucking boner for us since the day he heard our name in connection with the underground fights set up in Las Vegas.
He didn’t have anything on us, but that sure as fuck didn’t stop him from trying.
If it wouldn’t have created so many fucking complications, I would have slit the fucker’s throat in his sleep already.
I was sure he’d heard of our move to Chicago and was trying to wire a case between us and the annihilations of the Heartless Saints MC.
We just didn’t know if he knew about us coming to New Orleans, which was why staying here was such a risk.
I shook my head and finished my food at the same time Mav and Killian did, and pulled out five crisp hundred-dollar bills and placed them on the table.
We stood up and walked out of there without looking back at anyone, though I could feel her eyes on us, burning a hole in my skin and making my heart stall.
Soon, angel.
Soon.