Striking A Bargain

"We meet again Miss Sierra Delavine and I believe that you already know who I am." He added, daring her to say otherwise, daring her to deny his allegations.

Shit!

That was the only word her brain could come up with at that particular moment. That was the only word she could think of. She was standing in the middle of a room with a strange man surrounded by ten hefty men and that was the only word her brain kept on playing on repeat? Seriously? She was supposed to be screaming or trying to escape but she was fixated at that spot where she stood, unable to move an inch.

It was as if she was standing face to face with a masked grim reaper that had come to take her back to the underworld. How is he here? How did he find out where she lived? Or a more important question, what was he doing in her apartment this late in the night and on her couch?

She couldn't have blabbed about it while she was drunk with last night or did she? If that's the case then what else must she have told him that