Chapter 121

Eric 

"Finished?" I asked Sienna as I walked down the steps and into the basement. 

My eyes landed on the woman whose life had just been taken by Sienna. She deserved it and fucking hell, Sienna was really bored. She let out all her frustrations on the woman who now was slumped in the chair she was tied to.

"Yes." She smiled while wiping her bloody hands onto a white towel, staining it red. 

She was never afraid to get her hands dirty. And my, my, such dirty hands she did have. The woman on the chair looked bruised and beaten. Well, fuck, Sienna must have punched her more than once. But I did not care. 

"Sean is coming in ten minutes," I informed her while looking at the blood stained floor. 

"Fuck! I should better get changed," she said as she walked past me and up the stairs. 

Before she left, I glanced at her hands to see that her knuckles were free from bruises. I admired her handiwork for a