Sierra's POV
“Shit!” I cussed, slamming the brakes as quickly as I could. The car came to a screeching halt, barely avoiding the person before my car.
Whoever it was didn't care. The car was so close to the person's knees, yet there was no sign of moving away. “What happened?” Arthur sounded panicked over the phone.
I had almost forgotten about him. “I- I don't know. I almost hit someone,” I said, moving my eyes from my phone to the person who had on a hoodie.
I could barely see who was behind that hoodie. “Stay in the car. I'm coming to get you,” Arthur said.
Before I could stop him, he ended the call. The person moved, matching towards the door with folded fists. In seconds, the door flew open, and he dragged me out.
“Richard?” I muttered as he dropped his hoodie, his eyes red with rage.
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Arthur's POV I rubbed my temples, staring down at my phone screen for any good news, but there was nothing. Jackson was now on his computer trying to find access into Sierra's phone.Dad was on the phone with the cops, and Mum... she looked exhausted. She stepped down from stairs, heaving a sigh. “I finally got him to sleep,” she said, plopping on the couch.I felt disappointed in myself. It was past midnight now with no positive news. My promise to Elvis was a failed cause now. “Don't pull yourself down,” Mum told me.I could only nod. “Any news from your father's team?” she asked.Even though he chose to keep what he wanted from me as a repayment for his help secret, I still took it. Whatever I needed to find Sierra had to be done, even though it would hurt me.Not having her safe and sound was worse than losing my life. Even then, there has also been nothing from his end. The reports show he didn't lounge at any hotel, and no
Sierra's POVRichard smiled, pulling my head back with my hair, the steel of the knife hovering over my stomach. “How about I kill you?” he asked.My heart raced. “P-p-please,” I pleaded, tears rolling off my face.He chuckled. “If I kill you, you'll forget about him, won't you? You won't love him anymore, will you?” he said.I quickly shook my head. “Please. You don't want to kill me,” I said.The knife moved from my stomach to my face, coming for my eyes, but it stopped before it could hit. I shuddered in fright, my heart close to pounding out of my chest.He moved his fingers to my chin, holding my head in place. “I really don't want to hurt you, Sierra. You need to obey, okay?” he said, and I nodded, my eyes darting to the steel close to me.He seemed satisfied with my answer before letting go, nodding. “That's more like it,” he said. “I'm doing this for your sake, Sierra. I'm a good guy, I told you. I followed Vance
Sierra's POV “Hey, Sierra, wake up.”I felt a light tap on my cheek. A light groan rumbled in my throat as I slowly came to. “Sierra, my love,” I heard someone call.Gradually, I opened my eyes but coughed as I inhaled the smoke around me. I felt a hand on my chest sluggishly; I dragged my gaze to him. “Richard, what- what happened?” I asked, my voice croaked.I could barely remember anything. One second we were walking down the road and the next everything went blank. Richard brought his hand to my face, caressing my cheeks with his thumb, a small smile playing on his lips.“Are you okay?” I asked, ignoring the uneasiness in my bones as I searched his body for any bruises.He shook his head, still caressing my face. Lifting my gaze, I studied where we were —wooden walls, little to no furniture, a suitcase lying on a makeshift bed, two basins, one filled with water and the other ash.I dropped my gaze to Richard, who se
Arthur's POV “Where is she? Is she back?” I burst through the door, darting my eyes around the living room.Mum, Dad and Jackson were all making calls. Jackson ended the call and turned to me. “Nothing on my end. Yours?” he asked.I raked my hair, my patience thinning out. It has been a day. A fucking day and Sierra is nowhere to be found. “Relax. We'll find her,” Jackson said, but from his eyes I could tell he was indirectly speaking to himself.“The officers at the border claim they haven't spotted anyone that looked like her there, but they will keep me posted,” Dad said.My phone rang, and without looking at the caller ID, I picked up. “Hello, any-”“I'm sorry, Mr. Floyd, but nothing,” the man on the other hand said.“Please, just keep trying. There's no way she could just vanish,” I pleaded.I blamed myself. I should have trusted my instincts, but I let her leave. After the call ended, we sent a few text messages, but then she stopped, leaving my question of where they were head
Sierra's POV“Shit!” I cussed, slamming the brakes as quickly as I could. The car came to a screeching halt, barely avoiding the person before my car.Whoever it was didn't care. The car was so close to the person's knees, yet there was no sign of moving away. “What happened?” Arthur sounded panicked over the phone.I had almost forgotten about him. “I- I don't know. I almost hit someone,” I said, moving my eyes from my phone to the person who had on a hoodie.I could barely see who was behind that hoodie. “Stay in the car. I'm coming to get you,” Arthur said.Before I could stop him, he ended the call. The person moved, matching towards the door with folded fists. In seconds, the door flew open, and he dragged me out.“Richard?” I muttered as he dropped his hoodie, his eyes red with rage.&nb
Sierra's POV“I'm sorry. There might be a misunderstanding somewhere,” I told Arthur.He didn't seem convinced. It was clear in his eyes, but he stayed quiet, only nodding. “I want you to promise me something, Sierra,” he said.I raised a brow. “What?”“I'm going to try my best to convince you no matter what that I want you and only you, but I need you to trust me. Whenever there seems to be an accusation, you ask me. Please verify with me before getting mad at me,” he said.I bit my lips. I acted impulsively, I knew that. Even though it wasn't the first time, it wasn't very easy for me to not feel hurt and react instantly. I nodded. “I will and I'm sorry,” I said.“I can never be mad at you, but,” he held my chin, lifting my face up. “You need to be punished,” he said.“Punished? It was an honest mistake,” I argued.He kissed my nec