Chapter Eighteen 

Eric

Fucking hell! I thought.

I watched wide eyed, not doing or saying anything as Sienna stormed out of the car. She took quick steps as she walked forward without looking back at all. She was angry as fuck. Every fibre of my being wanted to chase after her, to tell her that it would be all right, but that would be false. So long as that man breathed the same air she did, she would never be free. I clenched my fists as I growled to the driver to move.

Then I looked at Gabriel. "What did he say to her?" I asked lowly.

My temper was barely controlled. Gabriel coughed and rubbed his neck as his eyes darted all around the car.

"Gabriel," I said sternly.

He knew how to speak Italian and he was within earshot when Sienna's father spoke to her. I wanted to know what he said to my wife that made her so hurt. Fuck, I needed to know.

He sighed and looked at me with his palms against each other. "He said he bet Sienna has already fucked you like the whore she is," he finally said.

I sat in