...Asher POV...When I woke up, I was alone in the park. My head felt like someone had used it as the bass drum during a rock and roll concert. It was pounding like nuts, and my ears were ringing. I slowly stood up, only to see no one else around me. I could see signs of someone being dragged away and then loaded into a nearby car.My heart sinks. The only thing I can pray for right now is that she's alive. They wouldn't have taken her if they wanted her dead, whoever it is. I didn't miss when the one in charge of the group told the others to let me live, as they wanted me to send a message. I wasn't an idiot. I knew what they wanted me to say. While I may not know who's involved, I know that they've taken Sienna as a message to Damian. I slowly make my way to the condo and grab my phone from the drawer. I make a two-way call to both Damian and Maverick. I know they'll want my head for what happened, but I can't think about that now. Sienna's in trouble, and it's only a matter of time

...Sienna POV..."Bueno. Ella está despierta. Es hora de divertirse." Good. She's awake. It's time to have some fun. I hear a man say. I see the guard from earlier entering my cell and walking toward me with an evil smile.Before I can ask what's happening, the man grabs me by my wrists as another man enters the cell. I recognize him from earlier- Silvio. But I thought Hunter had banned him from coming near me. Why was he here now?The man from earlier pulls me up from the ground, places handcuffs around my wrists and pulls my hands above my head. I look up to see a hook in the ceiling. Silvio walks over and helps the man lift me so that the cuffs are linked through the hook on the ceiling, forcing me to hang by my wrists. I'm too short, so my feet just dangle in the air. Whatever is about to happen can't be good if they're chaining me up. As I'm about to ask, the first man punches me directly in the chest as Silvio steps back to watch. I gasp as the pain reverberates throughout my b

...Kevin POV...I watched as her eyes opened wide in surprise. I was no longer the Kevin her parents once knew and tried to destroy. I was a man on a mission. I wanted her family to pay for everything they have ever done to me. Including stealing Haley from me. "You seem to be under the impression that I care." She says, frowning at me.I raise a brow in suspicion. I know how close she and her family are. So I know she wouldn't want anything to happen to them. So what's with the change?"You don't?" I question, calling her bluff.She remains stoic and expressionless, refraining from saying anything further, just watching me. Her eyes dart between me and Silvio; who is standing behind me."Even if you kill me, my dad will never give you what you want." She replies instead, making me cock a brow."The problem here is that you think you know what I'm after." I comment, making her turn her attention solely to me."You're not exactly a complex guy. I'm guessing you want revenge on my dad.

"But why, after all these years? Why did you suddenly come after me? I never did anything to you? Why have you done all of this?""Your dad and I have been at odds with one another ever since we met. Your father took what was mine. He then had my brother killed.""Step-brother. And my dad never killed him. Chase got himself killed when he created a vendetta against my mom. It was only a matter of time until someone killed him." I comment, earning me a slap. I'm so numb to everything now that I couldn't even care. "Also, who said I only just started coming after you?" He comments, making me look up at him in curiosity."I've been watching you from the moment you were born. I know you better than you even know yourself." He comments with a hidden meaning. Making me look at him as if trying to decipher what he was talking about. As if answering an unspoken question, Kevin signals Silvio to come closer. He whispers something in his ear before looking back at me with a triumphant smile.I

...Hunter POV...As I entered Sienna's cell, I wasn't sure what to expect. I knew it wouldn't be good. She had starved herself for over a week. But as if that wasn't enough, I had my men rough her up. I had prepared myself for the worst, yet I still felt underprepared when I saw her.She resembled a corpse. No. A corpse had more life in them compared to how she looked. She was quite literally skin and bones. Her body was littered with blood and bruises. Her malnutrition made her injuries appear worse, as she didn't have the energy to help herself heal. It nearly brought a tear to my eye, seeing my precious Mariposa destroyed like this. She barely even registered my presence. It was as if she had already died. I think part of me knew that was a semblance of the truth. She was no longer the determined and strong-willed girl I had once known. My men had torn her apart piece by piece, leaving the ghost of the girl she once was. Despite everything my men and I had done to her, she still