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“Who’s there? Help me, please!” I scream. “Let me out. I won’t tell anyone about this, I swear!”

Tears well in my eyes at the thought of Dad finding out I’m missing. He’s already stressed from work.

It hits me again that Vincent will be the first suspect because he’s the last person who saw me.

“Help me!” I scream louder. “This is a mistake. I’m not supposed to be here.”

As I move to bang on the glass again, a red light blinks above me, and I stagger back in terror. A hidden door begins to slide open, and I hold my breath, prepared for the worst.

“On the contrary, Sienna. You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be,” a voice says.

My mouth drops open, and I can’t conceal my shock. “W—what are you doing here?”

Vincent’s mouth curls into a smile.

CHAPTER 8

Alessandro

“It’s my house,” I reply.

As I take a step forward, she immediately takes one backward, her eyes wide with fright. Good. She should be very afraid.

Before, Sienna stared at me with the sort of naked fascination I only ever stared at art with. Now, her body is tense, her gaze flitting about in search of escape like a caged bird.

The glass slides shut behind me, and I stalk forward.

With a whimper, she jumps out of my way, her back pressed against one wall. Her curly hair is loose around her face, and the wildness of her hair is a startling contrast to the demure white dress she has on.

“What am I doing in your house? I want to go home. I don’t want to be here, please,” she blurts out in a shaky voice.

I drop into one of the chairs and lean back into it. Then, I motion to the other chair. “Take a seat.”

“Please, Vincent, just tell me what’s going on,” she pleads. “I—I don’t understand any of this. Did you kidnap me? Why? I barely even know you.”

I smile at the way her fear makes my blood tingle in my veins. It’s a far sweeter high than any orgasm I’ve ever gotten from Dayna’s pussy.

“Sit down, Sienna,” I repeat. I’m not a fan of repeating myself, and if she were one of my men, I would have put a bullet through her head.

“What do you want with me?” Her voice gets even more desperate. “Is this about—” She swallows, then clears her throat. “Is this about sex?”

“Sex?” I raise one eyebrow.

“Did you bring me here to have your way with me?”

How cute,I think sardonically.

“Do you think a man like me needs to resort to kidnapping women to get my cock wet?”

She flinches at my crass words. “So what’s this then? Why am I here? Just let me go.”

“Sit the fuck down,” I growl in a voice that makes grown men tremble, but Sienna just blinks at me.

“Whatever your plan is, you’re making a mistake,” she insists.

Nobody can accuse me of not being patient with her. I’ve tried asking, and since that didn’t work, I guess it’s time to try something else.

In a flash, I dig my gun out and aim it at her.

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