Sienna"Sienna," Eric called out. "Hmm, what?" I said, snapping out of my thoughts. He chuckled as he ran a finger down my arm. "What has got you so distracted?" he asked. I looked at the TV to see that the movie had almost ended. I sighed. Wouldn't he like to know? I turned to face him and kissed him. His lips were soft and his stubble brushed against my cheeks. He was just fucking perfect. "You are just so distracting," I told him with a smile. He smiled back, pulling my head closer and kissing me once again. It was just as if our lips were made for each other. I pulled myself up and straddled him, our lips never parting for once. It was slow and intimate. One thing led to another and before we knew it, we were making love.When we were spent, I lay under the covers very much naked as did he. I was always warm when he was beside me. I let my legs be tangled with his, feeling the softness of his leg hair against mine. I shuffled so I was now looking directly at him. Into those d

Sienna"We recently went to the Maldives. It's a beautiful place," Arthur said as he dipped some of his naan bread into the curry which was garnished with coriander leaves. I smiled at him and I noticed that Martha was being really quiet, so I decided to strike up a conversation with her. She was actually quite interesting when she wasn't being rude. It was not that she meant to be rude, so I let the last incident slide. We talked about many things such as her interest in reading and how I enjoyed art. And then she started to talk about how she learned to cook at a very young age and I politely informed her that I didn't have the luxury to learn like she did. I had to learn to fight and kill. Besides, if my father ever came home to see me cooking, he would have beaten me because it reminded him of my mother. I reminded him of my mother too much.I cleared my throat and turned to face Eric who was beside me. "Would you like to tell them?" I asked him as I looked into his dark eyes.

EricI let go of a breath I didn't know I was holding when I saw a dead man. This man was one of Sienna's guards. He was a tall man, and he was still holding his gun in his right hand. He lay slumped against the bathtub with four bullet holes across his chest. His shirt was painted red, and his eyes were still open.I turned back and kept my gun up. There was a gust of wind blowing through the broken window that made me shiver. The wind seemed to be whispering taunts, almost cackling even. I heard soft moans, and they were almost undetectable. My blood ran cold. It was now that my hands shook. I looked towards the walk in wardrobe, pointing my gun at it. As I walked closer, I could hear the sound of heavy breathing. Slowly, I pushed the door open, standing at an angle."Eric?" Sienna called out. It's Sienna! I thought as I exhaled a sharp breath of air. "Sienna?" I whispered as I struggled to see in the dark. I rushed forward to find her in the darkness. She was slumped against th

Eric"What the fuck? How do we find ghosts?" I growled, only remaining calm because I didn't want to cause Cara any more added stress. If Sienna was here, she would have told me to send her home and I did try, but she wouldn't listen. She was her friend, after all. She was just like a sister to Sienna and she wanted to help, so who was I to stop her?"Does Rocco know?" Cara asked, turning around to look at me. Her legs were crossed and a small frown was playing on her lips. I nodded as I stood up. "It's only a matter of time before they slip up. I am going out."Gabriel crossed his arms as he remained tense. "Where are you going?" he asked abruptly. It was then that I saw a glimmer of Sienna in his words. "To cause a scene," I replied, rubbing my eyes. I hadn't slept a wink and I wouldn't sleep until she was safe and in my arms again. He looked at me in confusion but he was not overly surprised. When I left the house, he followed me out.***We were sitting inside an SUV now. It w

Sienna Fuck. I had known that it was fucking Eric. "Well, shit, he probably deserved it," I said.I shook my head because I was unable to control what came out of my mouth. Angelo breathed sharply and walked over to me. He knelt down and grabbed my face roughly. I couldn't protest or resist because my wrists were still bound. "You are just as bad as he is," he growled lowly. I twisted my face free from his grip, and then he stood up and pressed his boot onto my wound, slowly and painfully."Fuck you, asshole!" I yelled, gritting my teeth and throwing my head back. The pain was unbearable. He pushed his boot deeper into my leg and I flinched as I pulled at the chains. He chuckled darkly. "I think I might keep you for a while. We will have some fun."Fuck you, bitch, I thought.I grunted when he finally removed his boot from my wound. It was bleeding immensely again, and a thick pool of blood was now forming around it. I could feel myself getting drowsy. "You picked the wrong wom