The bedroom door shuddered under another violent kick.
Sienna's heart slammed against her ribs as she stared at Dante, his gun steady in his hand, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her forget how to breathe.
"Choose, Sienna." His voice was deadly calm. "Me or the file. Right now."
She could hear the men in the hallway. They weren't just breaking in anymore. They were destroying everything, tearing the penthouse apart, searching for something. For her. For the ledger.
The file sat on the nightstand, that damned leather folder that could send her father's legacy up in flames. Everything she had left of the Blackwood name was in those pages.
But Dante was standing here, bleeding from a cut above his eye, asking her to trust him.
"You," she whispered.
His eyes widened
