Chapter 118

Sienna

"Put your fucking guns away, all of you. Sienna, leave," he ordered. 

His men obeyed him, and I left the room without another word, heading straight for the kitchen. That had certainly been fun.

I sat on the island, bored as fuck as time passed. After eating some pie, I went back upstairs. I twirled my knife in my hand as I threw it across the room and it struck the door for the eighth time. 

I smirked to myself as I pulled out my phone, quickly texting Eric. Then I pulled the knife off the door and went over to look out of the window. The sun was out but it wasn't too warm yet.

"What is it?" Eric asked as he opened the door to our bedroom, his eyes looking me over. 

Immediately, I turned and smiled at him. Then I walked over to him, standing a few inches away. 

"Sienna," he said as he crossed his arms. 

I ran my hands across his arms. "What?" I asked, looking at him innocently.