Chapter 11

***SUMMER'S POV***

I am hungry and tired but all of that dissolves when Sinclair Sorvino walks into the room and pulls out his gun at me.

My breath catches in my throat as I glare at him. That's it, I am going to die here and now. Smokey might miss me, and I know Gunner is going to mourn my death.

"I gave you your freedom, Redhead, why did you abuse it? You shouldn't have," he barks out, speaking directly to me.

"You think that I fucking care? I will try running away from you until I succeed in leaving," I shout out.

With his gun dancing around my face, he removes the cuffs and with his hand into my hair, Sinclair yanks me over to him.

Our faces are a breath apart and I have to stretch my neck behind to see his face.

Sinclair looks mad and ready to murder. That causes me to shiver, and although I mask it, I know he feels it, and that isn't difficult at all.

"Well, little miss Summer, you have been nothing but trouble since you stepped into my house. I can tolera