Page 49 of Stone

Sienna

My mind scrambles with fear and determination as I frantically inch toward the edge of the bed.

Stone isn’t aware of what he’s doing. He doesn’t know how important Jeremy is in this dynamic, and my body becomes overrun with an anxious need to fix this before he ruins everything. I shuffle haphazardly toward the edge, then fall with a heavy slump onto the floor, causing me to wince.

My ass throbs, and I block out the cum oozing from it and shuffle toward the bathroom. He didn’t even fully enter me this time, and the thought he held back to keep me from hurting when he was furious has my heart melting. Knowing the Stone I know and love is still in there protecting me as always, has me rushing to want to protect him too.

Screams and shouting penetrate the walls, and my heart rate picks up. Holy shit, he’s going to kill him. I know it.

I move quicker toward the bathroom cupboard, then maneuver myself to stand, using the cupboard handle for help, then open it. With my hands restrained behind my back, I run through my mind at where my scissors are, and the moment myfingers graze my makeup bag, I breathe a sigh of relief and open the zipper.

I clasp my fingers over the metal, trying to calm my nerves and regain control as I saw through the tape bindings to stop this chaos before he makes matters worse.

For all of us.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Stone

Without warning, I throw open the office door and aim my gun at the pretty blonde whose ass was about to move off her chair. Her startled eyes fill with horror, and I grin with triumph.

“Tape her to the chair!” I throw the tape at Jeremy, and the fuckwit almost drops it as wide eyes meet my gaze. His mouth opens to protest, but I shake my head, and he snaps it shut.

Slowly, his Adam’s apple works down his throat, and he moves toward the woman while I take in the piece of shit.

I’m nothing like him. He’s polished, perfect, and clearly a businessman. The aura of his being oozes from him in slick waves.

Right now, I bet he wishes he was me—the one in control, the demon in the dark reaping havoc on their perfected lives. The grim reaper vindicating his own self.

Betrayal and manipulation are at the forefront of my mind as Jeremy’s hands shake while he tapes the woman to the chair.

She sniffles, and tears spring from her eyes, but I ignore her and keep my eye on the prick.

I hadn’t expected to have a spectator, but it does nothing to curb the growing anticipation of his downfall.

When he finally finishes, he turns to face me and stands to his full height, a mere five-seven compared to my giant self, and I smirk when he broadens his shoulders.

“Do you want money? Is that it?”

“No.”

“The cars? You can take them. All of them.” My eyebrows furrow. Why the fuck would I want his cars when he holds something much more precious close to him?

“No.”

“Then what do you want?”

I lick my lips slowly. “Her.”

Fear blanches his now-pale face. He glances over his shoulder toward the woman strapped to the chair. Before his eyes settle back on me, I slam a fist into his face, knocking him off his feet. Her scream ricochets off the walls, and the high pitch of it makes my head throb, which makes me respond more brutally to drone out the sound of her pleas.

I throw myself on top of him and deliver blow after blow, and blood coats my fist as he attempts to push me away. I yank his arm from its socket, and the howl of pain vibrating from him fills my bloodstream with victory.

“That’s for touching what’s mine, motherfucker.”

“Ple—” His voice is muffled as I slam my fist into him again and again. He pathetically attempts to push me away, and when I learn the screams are also Sienna’s, it only heightens my cause for retribution.

“Stone. Stop. Please.”

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