Chapter Eighty Eight

Sienna

"Are you going to let me go, you shithead?" I growled.

I pulled at the iron chains that restrained me, rubbing against my wrists which were now red and raw. He was a fucking amateur. I didn't even know who the fucker was or what he wanted. I bet it was Eric who pissed him off. Fucking Eric.

I was absolutely shitting myself when the men broke into the house. I had been totally unprepared and the guards were all fucking stupid. If only I had Cara with me, the fuckers would have been dead in a matter of minutes. Getting shot was the worst thing I had ever experienced.

I had to run and hide because there were too many of them to kill. There were too many of them for me alone. Plus my gun ran out of bullets and I wouldn't be able to stab the fifty odd men. There were loads of them, like silent predators. They were hunting me so I hid.

I had known that Eric would come back soon. And when he did, I was so relieved that I could have crumbled into his hands there and then. But fuck,