Chapter Forty One

Sienna

Ibiza, Spain. We were on a holiday. I could enjoy this. All I had to do was push Salvatore to the back of my mind. He was a problem for another time. He was fucking pissing me off, and I couldn't wait to fucking stab him to death.

I smiled as the car approached Eric's Villa. It was a stunning white building which was surrounded by palm trees. The architecture was astonishing. I was not remotely surprised, though. The location was in a very affluent part of Ibiza. It was nice to stay at his villa rather than renting out a place.

As I stepped out of the car, the warm sun engulfed me and I placed a hand to my forehead to shield my eyes. I stared at the swooping arches and marbled floors. The view was beautiful, and the rest of the land beyond the villa was filled with sprawling green hills and trees.

"So what do you think?" Eric asked me as he came to stand beside me.

"Do you need approval?" I asked, teasing him slightly, and he shook his head as he dropped his line of sight to