Chapter 38 (Sienna)


    He shocks me when he sits behind me, legs open, wedging me between them. I bend my own legs,


    and cross them, readying myself to get up. And I manage it until his one leg swipes under my feet, so


    swift and smooth, that I fall and he catches me with his arm around my waist, cradling me in hisp.


    His eyes are fucking beautiful, he has that Orniel blue eyes. It looks like an electric blue.


    “Finish throw your tantrum?” He asks.


    “I’m sorry.” It takes a lot for me to say that, but not a lot for him to ept it, when his lips twitch.


    “I don’t mind it when we’re alone. It makes you wild and shameless, and that is the Sienna I know.”


    I nod my head in understanding, “I shouldn’t have said it in front of the guys and women.”


    He gives me a contemtive look be his one finger touches lightly on my nose, “Yes, which is why I


    have to punish you. I can’t be showing you preferential treatment over everyone else. My baby mama


    or not.”


    I quirk at the baby mamament, until I digest the other part, “Wait what?”


    His face shows an amused look, “You heard me.”


    “Maybe I am deaf, because what I think I heard and what you think I heard must be different.”


    He now full on smiles, “What I think you heard and what you think you heard is what you heard,


    darling.”


    I try to sit up, but mister has other ns when he puts his hand on my stomach.


    “I like you like this. Soon you’d be pregnant with my spawn, I won’t have this for a while.”


    Iugh.


    “I am fucking d I married you, Sienna.”


    “I am too Kevin.”


    Deno’s warning sizzles in my head, frying away the healthy thoughts and leaving all the grime behind.


    He left me a wedding message this morning.


    If you don’t leave soon, you’d put the entire club at risk, and Kaleb in danger. Killer will never forgive


    you if he found out what you did. Leave Sienna, we’ll protect you and Killer will keep the rest safe while


    we finish this.


    I brush the thought aside as Killer sits on the floor rummaging through the toys. Shaking my head, I


    head outside to pick up the nket we put on the porch. Knight is standing by the main gate with


    Mercy. Mercy waves showing me thumbs up, and Knight pushes her chest in a yful manner. Mercy


    calls me closer, and I run toward the gate.


    I topple over my feet, as the first hit goes straight to my stomach. My arm is knocked back by the


    second hit, my leg goes down with the third.


    I have pictured my death in every scenario.


    Falling off a cliff been the unlikeliest way I would die. I was so scared of heights there was not one thing


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    about it I would consider funny. Growing up, my Uncle knew taking me on a ne anywhere would not


    happen without some serious Sienna tantrum. So he braced himself for days in advance before we left.


    And then, too, I ended up either on a boat, in a car, or staying behind. So dying by falling off a cliff,


    building or anything with height was not happening. And I loved myself way too much to even consider


    changing that.


    Getting eaten by a shark was an impossibility since I didn’t skirt the ocean’s waters regrly on any


    basis. I kept to the safe parts of the beach and mostly just let the water wash over me from the safe


    side of the shore.


    A car knocking me whilst I ran across the road was the silliest way I could die, and also not a possibility


    I would have considered. Seen as I lived in an enormous house most of my life in a small stuck up town


    called Liston Hills designed solely for the wealthiest people and their rich stuck up kids. They never


    saw me walking on the road, besides the distance it took me to get to my motorbike, or car.


    Choking on chocte cake? Yes, I could die like that, I devoured a lot of cake and my ass showed just


    how much of it I ate. Running until my limbs fell apart? It was a possibility. I ran a lot, that however did


    not show anywhere on my body. Maybe getting killed was the best option. That happened a lot to me,


    considering I was never the one they wanted. Andst, falling off my motorbike would not happen in the


    near future since my bike now sat at my uncle’s penthouse in Washington.


    Over thest 28 years of my existence, I have imagined every likely way I could die. Old age, not one


    of them because I knew death wanted me sooner. I was too wild not to ept an invitation.


    And an invitation I epted the day I chose to choose Harlin’s life over mine. I can’t say I regret it,


    because blood wasn’t what made us sisters. It was the love in my heart. These passing months were


    my small bit of borrowed time. God’s gift to an orphaned child. It was more than I had hoped for and


    although I didn’t see this day, I knew it woulde.


    The blood drips out of my mouth, and the Sun shines so fucking bright it brings tears in my eyes. His


    face, his arm under me, I can feel him all around me looking at me.


    “Don’t leave me darlin’ please no. Sienna,”


    “I bet momma sees me now doesn’t she,” I cough out the liquid.


    “She’s ain’t liking what she’s seeing sweetheart. Please, hang in there.”


    “Under the bed,” I say to him as I try to lift my hand just onest time. I knew before I died I would have


    to give him closure. I hope he gets it and moves on.


    I never knew how my end woulde, but a sinner dying in the arms of a soldier was a good way to


    go.


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