8. Silas
8
SILAS
Fuck, but she was an amusing little thing.
I couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle as I watched her drive off. My amusement quickly died, however, when my phone vibrated with a text from Killian, asking where I was. I didn’t reply. Instead, I climbed into my car and followed Mila back to her motel.
I parked my car a small distance away from her door as she walked up to it and paused. Before she opened the door, Mila glanced back out into the parking lot, as though she could feel my eyes on her.
She couldn’t see me in the car because the windows were tinted. It gave me a chance to fully take her in. Mila was interesting to look at.
The more time I spent studying her face, watching her, the more I didn’t want to look away.
She was beautiful, sure, but I had seen a lot of beautiful women before—had been with a lot of beautiful women before.
What was it about this girl that got me all tied up in knots?
I didn’t fucking know. I stayed where I was long after she disappeared inside the motel room. I didn’t know what I was doing here, watching her like this.
I needed to act quickly. Maverick probably wanted to go back home to Chicago and deal with the chaos we’d left behind now that we had annihilated the entire MC chapter, and Killian probably didn’t want to waste any more time on Hayes’ spawn.
My phone vibrated again. Annoyed, I silenced it and chucked it into the glove compartment, my eyes returning to Mila’s motel room. I wondered what she was doing in there.
She probably didn’t know what to do, now that she was in a strange city without anyone she knew nearby, but that was okay. She wasn’t going to be here for long.
I narrowed my eyes when I noticed movement on the side of the motel building.
A group of three men loitered.
This wasn’t exactly the nicest place in the city, so there shouldn’t be anything that seemed unusual about three men who looked like they had just crawled out of the underbelly of the city, save for the fact that they were looking a little too closely at my girl’s door.
I watched as one of the fuckers, the scrawniest of the bunch, broke off from the group and started walking down the pathway that passed her door.
Fucker was trying not to make it obvious when he paused slightly in front of her motel window and peered inside.
My fists clenched, imagining all the ways I would fucking kill him with my bare hands.
He walked back to his group and said something to the other two that had them nodding before the three of them walked away.
I stayed where I was.
I had no doubt they would be back before nightfall, so all that was left was to fucking wait.
Might be a good idea to call in some reinforcement… plus lunch and dinner.
Maverick knocked on the passenger-side window once before he opened the door and climbed inside, two cups of coffee in his hands.
He came by a few times, but around three in the afternoon, he got us some lunch. We spent the day watching Mila’s motel room. She hadn’t stepped foot outside the room at all, and had only opened the door once, for the pizza delivery guy.
I don’t think she planned to go anywhere now that it was so late in the day. I took a sip of the hot coffee and continued watching the window. The lights were still on, so she obviously wasn’t asleep yet.
“Are you sure about this?” Maverick asked.
I didn’t need to ask him to clarify what he was talking about. “We’re sitting here at midnight watching over the girl. Do you really have to ask me that?”
“Why her?”
I shrugged. Fuck if I knew. “There’s something there, you know?”
He grunted. “I hope you know what you’re doing. This can either go your way, or go to shit real quick.”
I slapped his shoulder. “Don’t worry. I can share.”
He shot me a look. “You really think this is it?”
I didn’t answer him because I couldn’t really say for certain, but this was definitely the most I’ve felt in a while. It sure as fuck beat living for revenge the last nineteen years, though the night we finally got it was pretty sweet, too.
I sat up a little straighter when I noticed shadows move across the dark parking lot. It would figure this shitty place didn’t have adequate lighting outside.
If I hadn’t been paying attention, I would have missed the fuckers.
I turned to Maverick.
He nodded. “Let’s go.”
We quietly got out of the car and moved to where the men were trying to break into Mila’s motel room.
They must have given up halfway, because the two of them moved back, and the third man, a big fucker, started to kick the door.
Through the thin walls, I could hear Mila scream.
I shook my head and rushed over to them.
Maverick took on the big fucker while I took on the other two.
Maverick pulled the fucker away from the door while the other two turned, surprise evident on their face.
They looked at me, then at each other. I shook my head. I could almost see what they were fucking thinking, based on their faces. Stupid fuckers.
They charged at the same time, like I was certain they would, and I was ready. I sidestepped the first one, making him lose momentum and fall to the ground behind me, as I raised my leg and kicked the other one over his jaw.
Blood splattered as he dropped to the ground, and I didn’t wait. I immediately turned to the first one, pulled him up by his hair, and punched him in the face.
He cried out and covered his bloody nose. He was the one who had walked by Mila’s room earlier to look inside. I climbed on top of him to hold him down. The fucker was a scrawny one. I had about a hundred pounds on him, so there was nowhere for him to go. I pulled my arms back and punched his face, over and over, until his blood splashed on me, until he stopped moving, his breath coming in harsh pants.
I pulled away just in time for the second fucker to get up and charge toward me. He threw a punch and missed. Threw a second punch and missed. I pulled my hand back and punched his face, then watched as he went down.
How fucking boring. This was barely a challenge.
I turned to see Maverick had his arms around the big fucker’s neck, who was kneeling on the ground, his skin turning purple.
My brother met my eyes. I indicated for him to wrap this up. I doubted anyone would call the cops in this part of town, but I didn’t want to risk it. He nodded and twisted his arms, breaking the fucker’s neck and killing him.
I looked back at Mila’s room. She was probably hiding beneath the covers or some shit.
“Get rid of the body. I’ll take these bastards back, and we can question them.”
Maverick nodded.
I reached inside the pocket of my hoodie for the rope I had carried with me and went to the skinny fucker first. He barely moved as I tied his hands and feet together. The second one gave me more of a fight, but it was like a fucking toddler swatting at a fucking fly.
Useless.
I kicked him once when I was done, and he let out a small cry, but otherwise didn’t struggle. I hauled the asshole up on my shoulder and moved to my car, opening the truck and flopping him down as Maverick came back with the second man. I closed the trunk when we got both inside and turned to my brother.
“The big one?”
He shrugged. “I left him rotting on the side of the road. Someone will discover his body soon, but I doubt there’ll be a thorough investigation of his death.”
I nodded. These men weren’t the kind to have people who’d miss them.
It made things easier.
“Let’s go have some fun,” I said.
Maverick laughed and followed in the car.