A deep, gravelly voice cut through the air, thick with command.
Their attention strayed from me, and I followed their gazes, only to land on a towering, intimidating man. His black ensemble enhanced his dark, terrific aura. It made me swallow thickly.
"Why don't you piss off, man?" the guy from the bar fumed, glaring at him.
"If you want her so bad, you can have her once we are done," the beanie guy chipped in.
"I said, let her go." He wasn't raising his voice, but I could see how intimidated the guys were.
"You think I'm fucking with you, huh?" My eyes widened when the beanie guy whipped out a pistol, eliciting a scream from me.
I scrambled backward harshly.
If my savior was scared, he didn't flinch. He only stepped forward, and the beanie guy faltered a little. He took that as his cue and closed in on him, wrestling him until he took the gun out of his grip. He didn't hesitate. A shot rang out in the air.
My piercing scream followed right after.
The two guys surrounding me backed away, nearly tripping over their feet when he pointed the gun at them.
"Get out of here."
They spun around, dashing right down the alley, but I didn't think they made it far because multiple shots rang out afterward, the dropping thuds of their body fading into the distance.
I stiffened with trembling lips.
If he could kill three men without blinking, what was he capable of doing to me?
We stood there—me, with my trembling breath, pounding heart, and pain that resonated through every inch of my bones from the fall, and him, with the gun in his hand, lacking remorse, and his eyes utterly void of emotions. If he was fazed, he was doing a very good job at hiding it.
But his eyes—ominous charcoal-gray eyes—they looked so familiar. Like I had seen them somewhere.
It hit me like a ton of bricks when I realized where I knew him from. He was the passenger from the plane. The one who wouldn't stop staring at me.
I winced as I tried to rise to my feet. My legs threatened to give me away, but I didn't stop staring at him.
I knew him. Not just as the passenger from the plane, but the gut feeling I couldn't shake off told me he was the one I had been trying to find.
I whispered, my lips cracking into a smile. "It's you…It's really you…"
My world turned into a spiral in one fell swoop, and darkness swallowed me whole.
CHAPTER
THREE
SIENNA
The crackling and popping fire stirred me awake, eliciting a soft moan from me. The moment my body twitched to consciousness, musk, leather, and something along the line of sandalwood invaded my nostrils. I turned on my side lazily, feeling a handful of fabric in my hands. A frown dented my face as my eyes pried open.
Confusion nagged at me as I took in my surroundings. Warm tones of ash, black, and brown unraveled before me. There was a fireplace opposite the king-sized bed I was sprawled on. The flames crackled harder, illuminating the vast space in a warm amber glow. It had to be the biggest room I had ever been in, with its decor so luxurious, futuristic, and grand like that of a ridiculously expensive short let.
To my left was a wide, floor-to-ceiling window overlooking a quiet neighborhood bathed in golden streetlights. The scenery looked so peaceful, too peaceful for me to realize that something wasn't right.
I glanced at the fireplace again, then slowly let my gaze drink in the crimson satin nightwear I was clad in. The thin straps barely held together my tits that looked like they wereeverywhere, and the dark pink tips of my nipples were peeking out.
Perks of being a rough, heavy sleeper.
But then, my face scrunched in a frown when it slowly started coming back to me.
