Zane.

We have been hacked. That single text from the IT department had woken me up that morning and less than an hour afterward the boardroom was buzzing with tension. We had to call an emergency meeting with the top stakeholders of Atlas Group to deliberate on the hit of the hack. The windows let in the sunlight, but even that warmth couldn't cut through the cold weight settling in my chest. I adjusted my customized cuff links, a forced habit, something to keep my hands occupied while the board members argued across the round oak table. My friends Liam, Ethan, Noah, and Damien were seated strategically around the room, each one observing in their own way. They were my backup, my silent force. Watching the graphical analysis of the hack, I didn't like what I was seeing. This was a mess. "Mr Calloway, this isn't a minor incident." Robert McCain, one of the older board members, leaned forward, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. His voice held the forced patience of a man barely keeping his temper in check. "The security breach affected our ratings. Our stock dropped 9% in two hours. That's not something we can ignore." "We clearly are not ignoring it," I said, voice calm but firm. "We currently have the best team actively working on a firewall." "You mean the same team that allowed the breach to happen in the first place?" Robert scoffed. "Forgive me if that doesn't inspire confidence and I speak for every member of the board." I fought the urge to grind my teeth. I didn't like Rob, never had. He was old money, the kind of man who believed power came from pedigree, not earned through authority. "The breach was masterminded, perhaps with an insider's help" Ethan spoke up. "We're not dealing with some random hacker trying to flex their skills. Whoever did this knew exactly what they were looking for and went for it." "And what exactly were they looking for?" Madison Grey, another board member, asked, her brow furrowed, widening her forehead wrinkles more. Sienna pushed back her seat that moment and when she realized that act had distracted everyone in the room, she gave me a nod and then rushed out of the room. Even though it had taken a few seconds, her vanilla fragrance filled the room minutes after she was gone distracting my thoughts. I needed my head in the best space at that moment. Not now Sienna. I glanced at Noah, who had already analyzed every angle before we even walked into this meeting. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Atlas core team. Us. And one of you helped them do it." "Who are they exactly?" Rob asked, his eyes searching mine. The room went silent. I dreaded that Ethan was going to mention the hacker's name. I sighed with relief when he stopped talking. If he had said the name, that would tip off whoever was involved. The name alone carried weight, even among these people who had no idea what it truly meant. The cartel was supposed to be buried alongside others from the past. But the fact that someone was actively trying to breach our systems, searching for anything related to them, meant only one thing. They weren't gone. They were watching. "Who exactly is targeting you guys?" Madison asked, her voice a scared shill. I exhaled slowly, my fingers pressing against the cool surface of the table. "We don't have confirmation that it was them." Damien scoffed. "Oh, come on. Who else would it be? The timing is too perfect." "Assumptions aren't facts," I muttered. "But they're a damn good warning," Liam countered, speaking up for the first time. He was sitting back in his chair, arms crossed, watching me the way he always did when he knew I wasn't being completely honest with myself. I knew exactly what this meant. The cartel was testing us. They were trying to see if I would react. Because if I reacted, that meant I still cared. That meant I still considered them a threat. But what bothered me most was the thought I couldn't shake, the one rattling in the back of my mind. If the cartel was resurfacing, then Sienna was in more danger than I had anticipated. And that was something I couldn't afford. Robert cleared his throat, regaining the attention of the room. "Regardless of who is behind the attack, our investors need reassurance. The stock drop was bad enough, but if word gets out that we were breached at this level? It will send a message that we aren't as untouchable as we claim to be." I leaned forward, keeping my voice even. "Then we make sure that message never leaves this room." "And how exactly do you plan to do that?" Rob asked I glanced at Liam, then at Damien. I already had a plan. We just needed to execute it before the carter made their next move. "Please excuse us," I said. The members nodded and each got up, ready to leave. The weight of the meeting still sat heavily on my shoulders as the last of the board members filed out, their hushed whispers trailing behind them. I didn't bother acknowledging them. Their panic, their greed it was predictable. They didn't care about the real danger, only how it affected their bottom line. The only people I actually trusted were still in the room. My brothers. Liam leaned against the edge of the conference table, arms crossed, his sharp gaze locked on me. Ethan stood by the window, staring out at the skyline, lost in thought. Noah was already on his phone, fingers moving fast probably running new security protocols. Damien sat back in his chair, spinning a pen between his fingers, watching me squarely. Knowing he was not the patient type, I could tell he was a time bomb, ticking to explode when triggered. "The fact that they went after Atlas confirms it," Ethan finally said, turning back toward us. "They're done hiding." "Which means we can stop pretending this is over," Noah added, not looking up from his phone. I exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over my jaw. "We always knew it wasn't over." "Yeah," Damien muttered, "but knowing it and dealing with it are two different things." He sat forward, the glint in his eyes replaced by something much darker. "They tested us today. The question is, what's our response?" I knew what he wanted. A strike as a reminder that we weren't to be toyed with. But that wasn't the move. Not yet. "They're trying to bait us," I said, keeping my voice calm and controlled. "If they wanted a war, they would've gone after more than just our stock." Liam nodded. "They're watching." Noah glanced up, meeting my gaze. "And they're waiting." We went quiet afterwards because we all knew what they were waiting for... or whom. My grip tightened around the edge of the table as an image of Sienna flashed through my mind. The way she had looked at me earlier. "Jason's watching her, right?" Liam asked, reading me like a damn book. I gave a curt nod. "I told him not to let her out of his sight." "Who?" Damien asked, glancing between Liam and I I glanced around for a while, wondering if I should tell them about Sienna and the connection to the Cartel. "Out with it man," Noah said, My jaw ticked. "The new PA, Sienna Carter" Damien's smirk deepened. "So, it is about her. didn't I say it guys, it is a woman who would make Zane act weird" I shot him a glare, but he just chuckled, leaning back in his seat "She's in danger," I said, keeping my voice level. "The same bastards we've been hunting for five years have set their sights on her." The mood at the table shifted instantly. Ethan exhaled sharply, setting his glass down. "How do you know she's connected to the cartel?" "Because they left a message," I said. "A warning. They want her or something from her." Damien's expression darkened. "Then they're as stupid as they are suicidal." Noah leaned forward, elbows on the table. "Why her? What's the connection?" "I don't know yet," I admitted. "But I'm going to find out." "That's not going to be enough," Ethan said, his voice edged with concern. "If the cartel really wants her." "They can't have her." The words left my mouth before I even thought about them, laced with more anger than I intended. The room went still. Damien raised a brow, exchanging a quick look with Liam. I knew exactly what they were thinking. I had just made this personal. And that was dangerous. "I thought the plan was to keep her close," Liam said carefully. "Use her as bait to draw them out." "That was the plan." "Is it still?" Liam's question hung in the air between us. I looked at him, at all of them, and I knew I couldn't lie. Because somewhere between hiring her and now, she had stopped being bait. And she had become something else entirely. Something I wasn't sure I could afford. Liam studied me for a long moment before nodding. "Then we tighten security. No gaps. No second chances." Ethan slipped his phone back into his pocket. "I'll set up background sweeps and see if anyone on the inside is leaking information." Noah was already on it, his fingers flying across his screen. "I'll run a full diagnostic on our firewall. If they got in once, they might try again." Damien cracked his knuckles, standing up. "And I'll do what I do best to find out exactly who is pulling the strings." There was nothing more to say. We all knew what needed to be done. Liam was the last to leave, pausing by the door. His phone beeped a notification and he checked, his expression became stoic at once "Zane." He said, I met his gaze. " I just got an update from Ethan" He said. "Who betrayed us?" "It was Robert," he said quietly. "Little wonder he's acting all defensive. You know what we must do." Fuck Robert! The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I hated the double life I had to live. Investment CEO by day and a Cartel leader by night. But it had to be done. Regardless of how much I have been trained for the role, it was draining, but it had to be done. I never liked Robert anyway. *** I counted all six bullets from the magazine and nodded at Liam, "Ready?" I asked, popping the bullets into the shotgun before I strap it into the waist of my denim pants. "Born ready, Brother, let's go get that traitor the punishment he deserved," Liam replied, a pleased smile on his face as he ran his hand through the lines of guns, taking his time to choose his best gun from the stash. He had been waiting for me to make this call all day, and I knew I couldn't delay the inevitable any longer. Robert had betrayed Atlas Group, and now he had to pay and the clan expected that as the head, I had to be Robert's angel of death. Liam settled for an HPDA commander and reached for a clean wipe to shine it. I was pleased with his choice of gun. It could deliver justice at any distance, aimed at the perfect angle, and whoever got hit with it was sure never to see the light of another day. "Nice," I said I grabbed the black leather jacket I had hung on the sofa, then wore it, covering the bump the shotgun showed. Liam did the same, and we stepped out of the ammunition room. Halfway to the truck, a thought crossed my mind, and it felt like the best way to handle the kill. When we got there, Liam walked ahead to enter the driver's side dutifully, but I stopped him. "No, I am driving," I said, and he broke into a pleased smile, understanding what that meant. While I handled the drive, he was free to aim for the traitor. "Thank you!" He said, his voice vibrant with excitement as he jogged around to the other side of the car. I strap in, and we drive off out of the safe house. "Do we still have eyes on him?" I asked "Sure, he's driving around Ted's Street. We could take the west route and block him at the tunnel. He's going to get what he deserves without seeing us coming," Liam replied "No, we don't kill from behind. That is what weaklings like him do. He needed to see us coming. That way, he would know why he had to die," I told him. "Hmmm... that feels even better. I want to see the look on his face when I pulled the triggers." Liam said, tapping on the dashboard not so gently. "See? Now you get it," I said, stepping on the throttle. With Liam obviously lost in thought about the best way to go about his killing, it gave me time to reminisce about Leighton to distract me from what was about to happen on my watch. I kept wondering what Sienna had been up to since she left the boardroom and why she hadn't returned.pain I glanced over at Liam. His right hand was inside his jacket, and the movement of his hand was familiar. He was creasing the gun, living the moment, but his eyes were fixed on the GPS tracker. I turned my eyes back to the wheels. "He's left the clubhouse. Heading over to the Pantry," Liam said, the hint of excitement very hard to miss in his voice further nibbling at my conscience. "Okay. I think I know just the right spot to block him. Get your gun ready, okay?" I said, easing the wheel to the left as I took the turn. Since Robert was heading to the pantry, there was a route that most folks avoided at night because of how secluded it was. Only a few of us who were strapped had the mind to ply the route, and Robert knew this, too. "We are five minutes away from him," Liam said, the buckle of his belt jingling as he reached for the gun. I increased the speed to cover the distance faster. The chill of the night felt eerily quiet like the world knew a traitor was about to lose his life. "He's just ahead now," Liam announced, flipping the tablet on the dashboard. I saw Rob's customized SUV ahead and nodded at Liam. I kept driving behind him, making sure he didn't suspect any foul play until he took the secluded street. I closed the gap between us, driving ahead. He honked back at us just before I swirled the car around and blocked him in a corner. He stopped, almost bumping into the truck, and in two seconds, he was out of the car and over to us, clearly pissed. "You fool, how dare you block my ride." He swore at us, oblivious to what was going to happen to him. Good thing we had used a disguised car with tinted window frames. When Liam and I stepped out of the car, he knew instantly. His eyes ogled out, and he started to shiver. He peeped over at his car, perhaps trying to see if he could get to it and drive out of there fast enough. "Don't even think about it, you motherfucking bastard," Liam spat on him, pulling out his run. "I am sorry. I had to do what I had to do to protect my family. They threatened to" "To do what? From what I see, your weak ass idiot had always wanted us out of the picture forever, and the best way you feel you could get it was to snitch on the group? How convenient," Liam yelled at him, hitting him on the head with the tip of the gun. Rob fell to his knees, and blood gushed out of the cut on his head. "Liam, hold on, I have questions for him," I said, moving closer to Rob's side. I leaned forward until my ear was close to his mouth. "Tell me everything you said to the cartel." "Nothing.... I promise, it was just that one time." He said, saliva drooling from his mouth as he stammered on. "No, you lied again. You told them about the loopholes on the servers, but see. My brothers saw it coming and were able to stop the hack from taking everything." I said, shaking my head. He was due for Liam's wrath. He was shaken at my confessions. "I had to do what I had to do when none of my family would take the hit. You and your friends have been calling the shots for a long time. I think it is time another member takes the reins. I did it for my folks, and I will do it again," He yelled back at me. "And the best way to do that was to blow up our operations? You are one unrepented rat, and you will die like a rat," Liam yelled, kicking him with the edge of his boots. "You heard it, goodbye Robert," I said, stepping away from them as Robert winced with pain that didn't stop Liam from kicking him more. I went into his car and searched for any incriminating evidence. I found two hard drives and some journals. I grabbed them quickly and left the car. Rob was too weak to move when I got back. I picked him up and bundled him into his car and then waited for Liam to pull the trigger. However, when I turned to face Liam, he was not holding the gun but cans. "Gas? I thought we agreed on guns?" I asked, shocked. "No, he deserves a gentleman's death," Liam replied, shaking the can. Robert pleaded, but it was too late. Liam drenched the car, shot the tires, and lit it ablaze. I watched the flames grow, heart racing, then called to Liam, "Let's go."

Sienna.

 The sleek glass walls of the penthouse office did nothing to keep the heat from crawling under my skin. I shifted in my chair, the leather cool against the backs of my thighs, while the voices in the boardroom droned on. The air smelled like expensive fragrances, but beneath it was a tension I couldn't shake. I had tried to focus on the situation of the post-hack analysis going on around me, but the minute the consultant flashed a diagram on the screen, my stomach twisted. A series of supply chain disruptions, a backdoor in the system, a subtle, insidious move disguised as technical glitches. I had seen it before. Too many times. My breath hitched, and I tightened my grip on the pen in my hand. This was exactly how the Cartel had done it. How they had dismantled my family's cartel, piece by bloody piece, until everything we built crumbled. Seeing it again felt like drowning. And right then, I couldn't breathe. I pushed back my chair, the sound too loud in the glass-enclosed room. Heads turned. Zane's icy-blue gaze locked on me from across the table, a silent question in his eyes. But I couldn't stay. Not with my heart pounding in my throat. "Excuse me," I muttered, rising to my feet before anyone could stop me. I barely made it out into the hallway before the walls felt like they were closing in. My fingers trembled as I pressed the elevator button, ignoring the familiar shadow lurking near the door. One of Zane's men was stationed to keep an eye on me. I hated being watched. Hated feeling like a burden. Because this was my fault, if I hadn't come to work at The Atlas Group, none of this would be happening. The cyber-attacks. The money leaks. The chaos brewing underneath Zane's perfectly ordered empire. I was the common denominator. I had to get out at least for a little while. By the time I hit the lobby, I was already pulling my phone out and making a call to Belinda. Just to feel something normal. But she didn't pick up. She clearly was busy at work. I shoved the phone back in my bag and ducked into a waiting cab, ditching the two guards stationed outside. I knew they would report it and Zane would be pissed. But I couldn't be his problem today. I already felt like too much. The city blurred past, neon lights bleeding into one another as the car sped toward downtown. But even with the movement, the memories followed. They always did. It had been three years since the last time I ran. Another job, another city, another fresh start. Away from Ian. But no matter where I went, the past always found a way to claw itself back. The night it all fell apart, I was twenty. The hacks came first and then the threatening red envelopes at every corner. My father had taken us to the safe house, but it didn't matter. The Cartel found us anyway and the night they carried off the brutal attack on our family, I should have been asleep but Father had given me the silver locket earlier and I was fascinated by it. He had always treasured the piece and never let it out of his sight and it was why I was still awake when the visitors came. Four men in dark suits. One of them stood out because of his funny build. I still remember his face. The scar along his forehead and the way his eyes drooled when he raised the gun. I should have died that night. The voices downstairs were loud enough to wake the dead keeping me up. When the gunshot rented the air, I knew that was the last time I'd be normal again. I went to hide in the makeshift cabin father had carved out and shown me. I listened but everything was silent after the shots were fired. The heavy, terrifying silence before everything burned. They had the house set on fire. I didn't even get to bury them. When I crept down the stairs, my heart nearly stopped. They were already leaving yet I saw them. Instead, I ran. And I kept running. Until I ended up here. Working for Zane Calloway. The one man powerful enough to keep me safe. At least, that's what I told myself. The cab stopped, jerking me back to the present. I paid the driver and slipped into the crowded sidewalk. If I kept moving, the memories couldn't catch up, nor would the men after me. My phone buzzed in my jacket and I pulled it out. The screen flashed Belinda's name and I answered the call immediately. "Are you okay? I missed your call. I am just seeing the news about the Atlas hack." I smiled faintly and leaned against a lamp post, watching the flow of people around me. "I'm fine. Just needed air. How's the hot colleague?" I asked trying to distract her from being worried about me. "Even better. He asked me to the movies. I'm not ready for a relationship, but damn, girl, those eyes? I might risk it." I laughed under my breath, the sound foreign in my throat. At least one of us was living a normal life. My stomach growled, and I realized I hadn't eaten since lunch. "Are you sure you are fine?" Belinda asked "I am. Have a wonderful evening and tell me about it when you return, okay?" "Okay, girl. Bye," she said and hung up. I scanned the area, looking for a diner to eat since my stomach would not stop protesting in hunger. I spotted one down the corner and headed over there. My boot thumped softly against the pavement. I knew Zane would be furious when he realized I had slipped away from his men, but for now, I just needed to feel like myself again. Needed to remember who I was before my life became one long chase. The bell above the door jingled as I stepped inside the diner and instantly, the aroma of fresh bacon filled my nostrils, and for a second, I felt something close to peace. I slid into a booth, my body aching from the tension of the day. The waitress barely glanced at me as she dropped a menu on the table. "Coffee?" "Please," I murmured, my throat dry. As I skimmed the menu, the door swung open, and I glanced up, half-expecting one of Zane's men to drag me back. But it wasn't his security. It was worse. My stomach dropped.

Zane.

 I stepped into my office after the emergency board meeting, ready to continue the day's task, but there was something weird in the air and I knew something was wrong. The IT department had assured me the hack was being managed and the worst of it was behind us, yet I couldn't shake it off as I walked over to my desk. I dropped into my chair, exhaling sharply before I pressed the intercom. I needed to hear her voice, satisfy my desire to feel her presence to distract me from the chaos on the ground. "Sienna, in my office. Now." I grumbled, eyes closed as I pictured her reaction to my order. She wouldn't like it and would roll those sexy dreamy eyes. Silence from her end. That made me open my eyes, I frowned, drumming my fingers against the desk, and pressed the button again. Nothing. Her end was unusually silent. A cold wave of unease slithered down my spine. I knew that she had excused herself halfway through the board meeting, and I had trusted Jason to keep an eye on her. Where the heck are you Sienna? I grabbed the receiver and hit Jason's direct line. A static click followed, then his voice. "Boss." "Where is she?" My tone was calm, but beneath it, something primal clawed its way to the surface. Jason hesitated. Too long. I already knew. Something terrible had happened. "We lost her" The words barely left his mouth before I slammed my fist against the desk. The sound echoed through the office, but it wasn't enough to drown out the storm brewing in my chest. "She's gone, boss. She sleek" Jason said, his voice edged with frustration. "She knows how to disappear." Jason rushed on, his voice firm. "We've been looking. I have the team tracking her last known location, but she hasn't answered her phone." I pushed to my feet so fast that the chair rolled back with a sharp scrape. "You were supposed to watch her." Jason didn't flinch. "She went to the lobby an hour ago. That's the last footage we have. After that, nothing." I gritted my teeth, my pulse pounding against my skull. This wasn't a coincidence. Not with the timing, not with the threats hanging over us. The cartel had her. "I want every man combing this damn city," I ordered, my voice ice-cold. "I don't care what it takes. You find her right away." Jason nodded once. "On it." I ended the call and forced myself to breathe, to push past the blind rage threatening to take over my mood. I had trusted my security team to keep her safe, and now Sienna was gone. I could not merely sit there, fuming behind my desk, I had to do something about it. Without hesitating, I grabbed my jacket and headed for the elevator. The wind outside howled as if the city itself had sensed my fury. Dark clouds had gathered just as forecasted, a storm was pressing down over the city. I didn't give a damn about the weather or the damage the reporter had announced earlier. I needed to find her. And if anyone had taken her. I would burn the city to the ground. The first drops of rain descended on the street as I drove, my grip tight around the wheel while I kept dashing my gaze to my phone, waiting for a beep. Every contact I had, every resource at my disposal, I had sent them all searching. But I needed to be out there doing my part. I tried calling her phone, the call went straight to voicemail. Damn it, Sienna. My gut told me she hadn't left on her own. I pulled up outside a bar she had mentioned once in passing, the spot she and her bestfriend had gone to celebrate their new jobs. I scanned the entrance, my pulse hammering.She wasn't there. I was about to leave when my phone buzzed. Jason. "Tell me you have something," I yelled at once. "She's been spotted," Jason said. "Downtown, near the old subway entrance." Why the hell would she be out there? It didn't matter. I was already driving over. *** By the time I reached the subway, the storm had fully broken. Rain pounded against the pavement relentlessly making it almost impossible to drive, yet I kept on going until I got to the entrance. Then I saw her. She was standing alone near the tunnel's entrance, arms wrapped around her waist, soaked to the bone. The gown she wore clung to her body tightly, making her look even more irresistibly charming. I swallowed the gush of lust filling me up as I tried to park the car, eyes fixed on the outlines of her curvy body. Her boobs stood pecky, begging to be touched. I got a spot next to her and parked. I killed the engine and got out, matching over in quick strides. She looked up at the sound of my footsteps, her eyes wide, startled when she realized it was me. With each step I took closer to her, my desires grew because now I could see the entirety of her body contours, the way her hips felt even more defined and it drove me crazy. I didn't slow down. "Do you have any idea what you've done?" My voice was taut with barely restrained anger. And desire to grab her, feel her wet boobs against my chest. She shivered, whether from the cold or my tone, I didn't know. "I needed air," she stammered. "I was..." "You were gone." I closed the distance between us, ignoring the rain dripping down my face. "Without your security and without informing anyone. Do you have any idea what could've happened at such a time as this?" She looked away, biting her lip, and something about the sight of her standing there, drenched, trembling and fragile, all sent a fresh wave of desires through me. I couldn't resist the urge to hold her, touch her, feel her wetness so I reached out, grabbing her wrist, firm but not rough. "Get in the car." Her chin lifted, defiance flickering through her eyes. "I'm not a child, Zane." I exhaled sharply even in her current state, she still had her arrogance. "Sienna, this isn't a game." My voice softened just enough. "They're watching. Waiting. You disappearing like this is not safe" She swallowed hard, and for the first time, I saw it. Fear. Raw fear. That was one confirmation I needed. She did know. I let go of her wrist and ran a hand through my rain-soaked hair. "Just... get in the car." She hesitated, then nodded, walking behind me to the car. As I pulled back onto the road, she was quiet, staring out the window. I gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary. Sienna sat stiffly beside me, arms still crossed. She hadn't said a word since getting into my car. I exhaled slowly, trying to ignore the feminine scent of her even though it was distracting as hell. "Are you planning to keep up the silent treatment all night?" I asked. Her golden-hazel eyes cut to mine, sharp and unreadable. "I didn't ask you to come here." "No, you didn't." My fingers flexed against the leather wheel. "But since you don't seem to grasp the concept of self-preservation, someone has to keep you alive. I am taking you home with me" I said A muscle ticked in her jaw. "I can take care of myself. I have been doing this all my life." I laughed under my breath, shaking my head. "Yeah? That's why you were about thirty seconds away from a full-blown panic attack back there?" Her nostrils flared. "Screw you, Calloway." Banking on the cue she dropped, I stopped the car abruptly causing the tires to screech against the terrace. "What the heck" Sienna cussed as she bounced forward in her seat "You asked for this" I said, turning towards her. before she realized what I was up to, I had her face pinned between my palm. I threw caution to the wind as I raised her mouth to mine, sucking away the grasp she released in shock of my spontaneous action. She tried to push me away but I had her head pinned in my hand, while I devoured her mouth with hunger I had tried to hold back for days. "Hmmmmm" I heard her moan and noticed she had stopped fighting me. good. I thrust my tongue further into her now parted lips, invading her warm wet mouth. I poke around at her perfect teeth, loving the way she tasted in my mouth. I leaned closer to her, letting a hand fall to her neck. The wet flesh fueled my desires and in seconds I was erect and ready to have her but I continued to rub her neck, kneading the flesh until I found my way into her breast. Oh the mound had been begging for attention, I found the nipple that had become taut, one at a time I rolled them between my fingers softly and didn't stop kissing her mouth. "Ohhhhh...." She grasped going soft with the invasion of her body. I let my mouth leave hers as I licked around her mouth and below her jawline. "Zane" she whispered now that she was able to speak but I ignored her plea for release as I pulled out a breast, until the nipple was in my mouth. I leaned forward, bending my mouth to get a better position while I sucked on the flesh of her. I had reached for the second, when a loud honk halted me. Abruptly, I snapped, letting go of Sienna at once. I chuckled, giving her a wink before reaching for the wheels. "How dare you" Sienna said, adjusting her dress. "You asked for it." I said, driving into the night. I was going to enjoy my time with Sienna and from her reaction, it was going to be a two-way thing. Why does she have to be this sexy...And that was the moment I knew this woman, this stubborn and infuriating woman, was going to ruin me. And against all my survival instinct, it dawned on me that I was going to let her.