Sienna "Eric!" I yelled from the bottom of the stairs. Where was the fucker? I placed my hands on my hips as I waited patiently. Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore, so I headed upstairs. Almost four months had passed and fuck, it was getting harder to walk up and down the stairs. It just required more effort than I could be bothered with. I noticed Vincent was at our bedroom door as usual. He looked at me briefly before he moved out of my way. "Is he in there?" I asked him. "Yes, boss," he replied, nodding. I had told him to call me Don but he seemed to always forget. I couldn't help but smile when I opened the door. What I found was Eric fast asleep on the bed. It was almost midday, yet he was still asleep. I couldn't blame him, though. He had been overworked these past few days and he hardly slept. I walked towards the bed and looked down at him. He was so damn perfect. I would have let him sleep but unfortunately for him, we had somewhere we had to go to. It couldn't
Sienna I turned to face him and furrowed my brows. "No," I said again. "Why?" he asked, ignoring the fact that the doctor was still here. "Why can't it be a surprise?" I said with a grin. But deep down, I was fearful, because when my father found out that my mother was having a girl, he beat my mother. I knew Eric would never lay a hand on me, but I was scared. Too scared to admit it to him, even. He looked like he was in deep thought before he said, "Fine." I caught the manner in which he said it, and I knew that he was not happy with my choice, but he just had to accept it. I knew he wouldn't mind if it was a boy or a girl, but I still felt guilty. My father's words kept ringing in my ear. Stupid useless whore, he had called me. I don't mind what gender the baby was, though, as long as it was healthy. After I cleaned myself up, Eric left the room, and I looked at the doctor. "If he pays you to tell him what gender it is, I will double it. If he threatens you, I will threat
Eric "Finished?" I asked Sienna as I walked down the steps and into the basement. My eyes landed on the woman whose life had just been taken by Sienna. She deserved it and fucking hell, Sienna was really bored. She let out all her frustrations on the woman who now was slumped in the chair she was tied to. "Yes." She smiled while wiping her bloody hands onto a white towel, staining it red. She was never afraid to get her hands dirty. And my, my, such dirty hands she did have. The woman on the chair looked bruised and beaten. Well, fuck, Sienna must have punched her more than once. But I did not care. "Sean is coming in ten minutes," I informed her while looking at the blood stained floor. "Fuck! I should better get changed," she said as she walked past me and up the stairs. Before she left, I glanced at her hands to see that her knuckles were free from bruises. I admired her handiwork for a while longer before instructing my guards to dispose of the body promptly. The girl
Eric "Eric. I have only come to see the man my sister is so taken with." Hunter smirked. I tugged my head to the side ever so slightly and my guards put their guns away. I also put mine away, and Sean did the same while Sienna hesitated just before she put her knife down on the table. This man was someone I would not like to mess with. The result would be a bloodbath if I did. He stayed out of my way and I stayed out of his. He was tall, dark, and deeply sinister. He had his white shirt rolled up at his arms exposing his endless tattoos, and a few buttons were undone showcasing a thick necklace around his neck. "You must be Sean," he said as he held out a hand for him to shake. I could see that Sean was on edge, as his lips twitched slightly but he shook his hand firmly. "Looks like we will be seeing a lot of each other." Hunter chuckled. He looked at Sienna, and his gaze was low and hungry. It was a look I had seen many times. If the fucking bastard didn't take his eyes off her,
Eric "What are you doing?" I heard Sienna ask. I didn't turn to face her, instead I turned the sizzling bacon over in the pan, the meaty smell wafting in the air. "Have a seat," I said as I grabbed two plates and piled them up with creamy scrambled eggs and toast. I placed a plate in front of Sienna who was now sitting at the kitchen island with a smile plastered on her face. I smiled back at her. "I made you breakfast," said. Then I sat down and looked at her. She wore a fitted skirt and a matching crop top. It was dangerously low cut, not that I minded, though. Fuck, Sienna was just so hot. Her red wavy hair cascaded down her shoulders and her face was beautifully bare, showing off her cheekbones and plump lips. "Do you want my honest opinion or not?" she asked, smirking while she held the fork loosely between her fingers. Her nails were painted in various shades of dark red, burgundy as she had told me. I raised a brow. "Go ahead," I said. It couldn't possibly be that bad
Eric "Hello, Eric. Would you like one?" Hunter greeted as he held up his blunt. I narrowed my eyes at him and walked over, taking a seat in one of the two leather bound chairs in front of his desk. I ignored him, instead, pulling out a cigarette from the pocket of my suit jacket. Using my lighter, I lit it while holding the cigarette in between my lips. I blew out a cloud of smoke as I looked at Hunter. Our history was murky. We used to be friends, then enemies, and now we were in some sort of ceasefire. "I do not appreciate the way you came into my home, and the way you disrespected me and my wife," I said coldly. "In case you have forgotten, it was your brother who chose to have a relationship with my sister. I don't give a fuck about you... And your wife, I will leave her alone," Hunter said, smirking. "Well, that wouldn't be my first choice either," I remarked. "Well, we finally agree on something." Hunter chuckled. I looked at the Rolex on his wrist as his shirt sleev
Eric"Fucking shit! This is stupid!" I heard Sienna yell. Oh fuck, what or who was she swearing at now? "Sienna?" I asked as I stepped into the bedroom. Light filled the entire room. The curtains were drawn and some of her clothes lay scattered across the floor. Suffice it to say I had grown used to her messiness. My house had become more of a home with her in it. I wouldn't have it any other way.She was alone. So why the fuck was she yelling? "Why are you shouting?" I sighed as I watched her look into the full length mirror in front of the closet. She held her jeans up to her hips. She was topless, with only her bra covering her. She narrowed her eyes and sighed in defeat. "My jeans don't fit properly." I looked at her as she struggled to do up the zip, but her growing aromantic was in the way. "Wear something else," I said as I leaned against the doorframe. "Wear something else? Oh, why didn't I think of that?" she mocked as she placed her hands on her hips in a huff. Shit,
EricWhen I walked outside, I caught her holding a gun to one of my guard's head. He looked terrified and was shaking terribly as Sienna held her position. Her body was tense and fucking hell, she was angry. "Sienna, put the gun down," I said as I walked up to her, almost seeing the rage seeping from her. "Go." I waved the guard away. It was quite funny to see a man who had inches on Sienna quivering in fear. The guard quickly left, moving out of our sight, and silently thanking me with his eyes. "Give me the gun," I said, holding out a hand. My tone was demanding but cautious. Sienna sucked her teeth and roughly handed me the gun. "Fine," she said, gritting her teeth. I put her gun into my belt and opened the car door for her. Fucking hell, I knew she missed smoking and I did tell everyone to watch themselves."He was smoking," Sienna stated as she got comfortable in the seat, getting her seatbelt in position. "I know," I said as I turned on the ignition to my car. I used one