Page 70 of Heartless
Those fuckers had ruined her day.
Cam nodded and gave her a gentle squeeze before shifting back.“I’ll see you tomorrow.We have a birthday party to plan.”
While Cam headed out, Sile tagged Sienna’s hand.“Come here, sweetie.”
On a trembling breath, she wrapped her arms around him and held on.She’d asked for him when she’d been scared.And now, she trusted him to comfort her.Standing close.In a fucking bikini.With their bodies touching.
When he pecked the top of her head, her body curved deeper into his, and a burn ignited in my gut.“Sile.”
The bastard cocked a brow at me before he cupped Sienna’s cheek.“See you on Saturday.You’re sure you good?”
She nodded.“See you on Saturday.”
While she strutted toward her quarters, Sile and I headed to my office.
He shut the door.“Morrison looked thinner to you?”
I slanted back against my desk.“Fuck Morrison.”
His chin jerked.“That’s a fucking first.”He ambled farther in.“What’s up?”
“Are you into her?”
Sile smirked.“What if I am?”
Pushing to my feet, I stepped closer.“It’s a simple question, Sile.Do you want Sienna?”
“Same answer, brother.”
She deserved something good.People who had her back, who cared for her, and made her feel safe.And Sile gave her that.
“Question is, doyouwant her?”
“Yes.”
The smirk disappeared.“Why?”
“What kind of fucking question is that?”
His tone sobered.“The day of her fucking birthday, you terrorized her into thinking she was going to get murdered.You told her all you had to do was fiddle her clit to make her come.Then you fucking destroyed her by telling her she was too fucking stupid and ugly to make you hard.”
“I didn’t say she was ugly.”I’d done much worse.Fuck.
“What changed?”he clipped.
I swiped my hand over my face.“The fog has fucking lifted.”
And I’d stopped seeing an extension of my hatred for the motherfucker.I saw her.In all her softness and warmth with a core strength that blew my mind.
My brother-in-arms stepped closer.“If she ever lets you in, I’m here for you.If she doesn’t, you leave her the fuck alone in the little peace she’s found.Sooner Morrison dies, sooner she’s free to find some happiness.You hear me?”
“I fucked up.”
“Yep.”
“Thank you for looking out for her.”
“Get your fucking thick skull out of your ass.Did it for her.You hear me?”
