“What do you know, you little shit? You know something. You know he took Zoe. Tell me about that.”
“Look, man. Zoe was trouble. She had some issues. She was fucked-up and she, too, got herself into a situation of debt. It happens. So Zoe, well, Fielding—he liked the look of her, ya know what I mean? Like, he likes the look of your girl, too, that Sienna bitch. She’s got too much attitude, but she’s got a look that sells. Man to man, Parker, I’d be careful in the house of mirrors with that one.” We looked hard at each other for just a split second before he broke the contact and raised his brows in a momentary quirk, as though he had surprised even himself at his candor.
So I knew little Joey was being straight with me on this point. I couldn’t be sure why, but he was flat-out warning me that Fielding had some depraved thoughts about my woman. I needed to get back out there and find her and get her the fuck out of here, stat.
“I think our little talk is about over now, isn’t it? I’ll see you around, man. And, remember who gave you the heads-up. You owe me now—again.” Aha, and his altruism found its limit. It figured that he’d find some way to turn his momentary humanitarianism for profit.
But I let him go, so I could go, too.
We both headed back to the party, which was all kinds of orgy-fest at this point and nothing more. I looked and didn’t see Sienna—not that I’d expect to. I knew she wouldn’t be participating in that shit. Last I knew, she had gone upstairs, right? So I started to head up there, too.
About halfway up, I saw Sienna in nothing but a towel, and a naked woman, both careening to the top of the stairs, both red-faced and pulling breath hard. I stopped climbing and watched as the two of them flew down, while Sienna yelled, “Dom, get me the fuck out of this house, now!”
I didn’t argue. I turned, following them down at nearly the same speed, pulling my suit jacket off to hand to the other woman. I grabbed hold of Sienna’s waist and sped the three of us out the door and into the night.
I don’t think I’d ever been so happy to leave a party in my life.
Chapter Eleven
Sienna
Dom led us to a pickup truck I learned was his. It was a big black 4x4, and it did the trick just fine. The three of us scrambled into the cab, he turned on the ignition, and we were out of there. Not a freaking moment too soon.
We dropped Holiday off at her car in the Hardcore lot and watched her drive away, making sure she got out all right. She had to have been as freaked-out as I was, but she was holding it together okay and claimed to be good to drive herself home. She probably just wanted badly to get away from everyone and everything related to Hardcore. I couldn’t say I blamed her one bit.
Once we arrived back at Dom’s apartment, we took a few moments to just settle and unwind before rehashing the events of the night. I knew he was dying to know what had happened upstairs in that nightmare McMansion, but I wanted a drink first, and my feet hurt something awful, and I was freaking cold.
Dom poured me a glass of wine—this biker was proving to have hidden depths I would not have guessed at—then told me to sit on the couch and put my feet up. He disappeared into his bedroom and reemerged with a fleece top and a huge pair of sweatpants. I almost declared my love but thought better of it in the moment. Now was not the time, and I was not sure of how rationally I was thinking.
He rubbed my feet again while I drank that first glass. Neither of us made eye contact; it was as if we were both too raw and we needed time to gather ourselves together individually before we could reconnect with one another.
After several minutes, I felt better. I was breathing normally, my mind was no longer racing, my body was warming up from the shock and adrenaline drop, and I was starting to relax under his firm ministrations on my feet.
He’d noticed the difference. “Are you ready to talk now?”
“Yeah, baby. I think so.”
“Okay. Tell me what happened upstairs.”
So I did. I went through every detail, including those which interested Dom the most: how Fielding had ripped down my towel and threatened me, my shoving my knee into his balls, releasing Holiday from her bindings, and grinding my stiletto into his hand.
“Damn, Sienna. I wish I’d been there to protect you from that sick bastard. But I’m damn proud of you, that you nailed him so badly. Remind me never to piss you off that bad.”
“I don’t think you need to worry about that, Dom, not unless you have a complete psychotic breakdown and become a whole different person. I save that nasty for special occasions only. No. Truth is, I learned that shit in a self-defense class. Never really needed it before like I did tonight, though. But something clicked inside me, and I thought, ‘It’s now or never, babe. Break out the worst moves you got.’ So that’s what I did.”