...Javier POV...Many people wonder how I could ever work for someone such as Hunter. However, they don't know our history. While many may see Hunter as a monster, I see him as my saviour. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be alive today. Like most Colombians, I lived a life of poverty. My father worked as a commercial fisherman. Because of his job, he was often away from our family. My mother worked around the clock at a small diner. For as long as I can remember, my mother has always loved to cook. So one day, my father took out a loan to help build a restaurant for my mom. The investment seemed good at the time, so my mother agreed to the loan. Knowing that we could pay back the money within a couple of years. However, my parents hadn't realized how difficult it was to operate their own business. It didn't help that Los Calaveras made it difficult to pay the money back to them. Scaring off customers and delaying our deliveries to the point my parents were considering filing for ba

...Sienna POV...This had to be it. The end was near. I could feel it. I was practically begging for my end to come. It had been at least two days since Hunter attacked me and left me here to die. I knew Hunter's reputation. He was the formidable Reaper. People rarely survived his wrath. Rather, he was given the reputation of the Reaper because of his merciless actions toward his victims. While I know it was just a rouse, to give Hunter time to figure out what was truly going on; I couldn't deny how painful it was to be one of Hunter's victims. I was in sheer agony. The worst part was that I could no longer tell what was even hurting the worst. At first, it was my arm. Then as time went by, everything began to hurt, until soon I was just numb. I know this is mostly due to my loss of blood. I've lost so much blood from my stab wounds, that I can barely keep myself awake. Continuously slipping in and out of a state of unconsciousness. If it wasn't for Javier hooking me up to an IV, I d

...Javier POV...Hunter had requested that I personally see to Sienna's well-being and inform him of any changes. I could tell he still cared for her, regardless of what happened down there. It was as though he was pretending to be cruel to her to keep up a facade. Which made me wonder why? Did Kevin have a much larger hold on Hunter than I had assumed? Whatever the reason was, I knew to keep any findings to myself and Hunter. If Hunter wasn't able to trust anyone else, then neither would I.I was heading toward Hunter's office when I saw Silvio turn down the hallway to the basement. I was about to meet with Hunter, so I didn't have time to investigate further. However, his presence in that hallway had my nerves on edge. I don't know why, but something just felt wrong. Once I had finished the meeting with Hunter and the others had left the office, I closed his door and talked to him about my concerns."Hunter?" I called, using his first name instead of his title.Hunter immediately s

...Kevin POV...When I saw Silvio slowly crawl his way out of the dungeon, I knew for a fact that my plan was right on schedule. From the state of Silvio, I could see that Sienna happily took the bait. She must be on her way to save Tomás as we speak. The house was in an utter frenzy. From the moment Hunter opened the door to reveal a panicked Sienna, chaos erupted. Hunter started shouting commands at anyone within earshot. He attempted to get to Sienna. However, she managed to evade him. I had to hand it to her; I didn't think she'd have it in her to be able to fight back to the extent that she was. I thought for sure that her body would be too drained from the torture that Silvio had been dishing out to her for nearly a week now. It took everything inside of me to hide the smile that continually threatened to escape the more I watched from the side. Hunter was chasing Sienna out of the house toward his car. I couldn't lie; even the fact that she was able to think so quickly on her

...Hunter POV...I paced the floor of the hospital for what felt like hours. I had yet to see or hear from any of the medical personnel that were helping Tomás. I couldn't deny that not knowing almost seemed worse than what the final outcome would be. Every bloody scenario rang through my mind. Will Tomás make it out alive? If he does, what will happen to him? If he doesn't, am I prepared to live without him? While I may not exactly know the answer to that final question, I do know for sure that if Tomás does die, then I'm beyond prepared to burn everything around me. There's nothing that won't face my wrath. The memory of seeing Sienna standing over Tomás lifeless body will forever haunt my mind. I couldn't believe I'd been so reckless. I had singlehandedly brought the traitor into my house. I had given up my weak point to the one person I thought I could trust. To this day, I don't even know why I did that. It was as if just being near her made me feel, for the first time ever, th