Page 29 of The Bloke

“Fight and argue with me all you want, Sienna,” He murmured. “But you are mine, and I have no fucking intention of letting you go.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat as he let go of my hand and started the motorcycle, heading in the opposite direction of his penthouse.

I was fucked.

In every way imaginable.

Chapter 13

Colby

Sienna was more thanI’d imagined when I claimed her as mine. I didn’t expect her to be as combative as she is, but it turns me on. I love a good challenge, and she is proving to be just that. I was going to have a lot of fun breaking her.

Thanks to the tracker, I already knew where she lived. When we pulled up to the front of the building, she looked confused.

“Why are we here?” She asked, furrowing her brows at me.

“You said the penthouse wasn’t your home, so—here we are. Your home.” I gestured to the old and rundown-looking apartment complex. It reminded me of my apartment from when I first moved here.

“You are not living here with me.” She argued, rolling her eyes and attempting to get out of the vehicle without flashing her exposed cunt to the world.

“I live with my wife; if she lives here, so do I.”

“What about your pent—”

“Fuck the penthouse. I don’t need it. What I need is you.” I interrupted, giving her my truth.

I didn’t need the penthouse to be happy; it was just insignificant stuff, and all of it is replaceable, but she isn’t, and I know I need her more.

Jaxon said she would have to pass a test for me to keep her, that the marriage alone wasn’t enough, and now I was trying to think of how the fuck I was going to tell her. One doesn’t just come out and say to their wife,‘Hey, I’m a member of a secret society that kills pieces of shit that pop up on the Vegas Strip, and now you have to do the same, or I’ll be forced to kill you.’I would have to find a way to break this to her gently enough not to scare the fuck out of her.

Sienna growled instead of arguing further, stomping her cute tight ass all the way up to her apartment building. I hopped out of the driver’s seat and followed closely behind her, close enough that she slammed the door in my face.Fucking ow!

She was pissed off with me, and I chuckled at her fire. It didn’t matter what place I chose, our apartment or our penthouse; she would have been pissed with me regardless of location.

The way her ass swayed as she strolled towards and up the stairs got me going. I wanted to see that pretty toned ass up in the air for me again, like our first night together.

Fuck, she was gorgeous. With her long brunette hair that flowed down the length of her back and those goddamn eyes. They reminded me of the clouds just before a storm.

She was a storm, one that I’d love to get caught in.

When we reached her unit, she opened the door and ushered me in with a long sigh. The door shut behind us, and my eyes wandered around her studio apartment.

It was small but more than enough for just her; I didn’t see anything wrong with it, but I could feel her unease as I continued my perusal. She thought I would judge her for living the way I once did. We have much more in common than just our last names now.

“Well?” She snapped at my silence.

“Well, what?” I smirked, dropping onto her bed and lounging back on my palms.

“Aren’t you going to start judging me on my apartment and how I live? How poor I am compared to you?” She jested with a harsh tone.

Was she being serious right now? Is that what she thought of me? Or was she looking for another reason to fight?

“Love, if that’s the kind of man you believe me to be, then we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot already.” I chuckled, crossing my arms over my chest.

Sienna rolled her eyes before running a hand down her face in agitation. She was fun to play with in more ways than one.

“Is there a reason why you are still here?” She huffed, stripping off her ripped shorts and throwing them in my face.I deserved that.

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