Damien slammed the door open and walked into the dimly lit room where Sienna was tied to a chair. Her hair was messy, blood dried at the edge of her forehead. She looked up at him with that same arrogant smirk that burned his nerves.
“Talk, Sienna,” Damien said flatly, voice like steel. “Where’s Sandra? What’s she planning?”
Sienna just stared, saying nothing.
“I’m not asking twice,” Damien warned.
Still silence. Not even a blink.
Jace leaned against the wall, spinning his gun lazily in his hand. “You heard the boss,” he said coldly. “Start talking before I put a bullet in your skull.”
Sienna chuckled weakly, blood on her lip. “You think I’m scared of dying? You don’t know Sandra.”
Jace’s eyes darkened. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that.” He c****d the gun, the sound echoing thro
