OWN HER: A Dark Mafia Romance(107)

“Okay. Okay, honey. Do you think you want to just sit here for a minute, maybe come out of the cage? We can shut him inside it. Or do you want to come with me? Can you stand up on your own? Do you need me to carry you?”



I maneuvered myself to my feet, letting my arms fall away from cradling her, and she let me go. While I retrieved my gun and holstered it, she crawled out of the cage as fast as she could in that big leather jacket of mine that fell almost to her knees. I followed her out. Then she indicated one of the switches by the door and said, “That one. Hit that one. The cage’ll lock him in.”



I lifted my eyebrows in surprise at the ease of it, the schematic use of modern technology in this man’s depravity. But I hit the switch, and sure enough the cage door hydraulically shut and locked with a loud steel clank. Fielding moaned, “No,” but he didn’t make much effort to move in any direction; he knew he was toast.



Zoe propped herself to sit up against the wall under the switches, and I told her with my eyes that I’d be back for her after I dealt with whatever came next. She seemed to get it; she nodded, and her eyes rested at half-mast on the slimebucket wheezing in the cage.



I slipped out and paused in the hall, not sure where to go, listening for that other voice.



Nothing.



“Hello? Is there anybody else down here? Where are you?” I called out.



“Dom? Dom?” It was Sienna. I almost cried to hear her; her voice was harsh and hoarse and held disbelief. And it was coming from the left. I immediately headed in that direction.



“Baby, keep talkin’ to me. I’m comin’ to you. Just keep sayin’ my name, okay?”



She put force into it. A lot. “Dom! Dom! Dom! Dom!” over and over again. My beautiful one had some lungs on her when she wanted to use ’em. My heart was pounding with pride and anticipation at seeing her, with fear of how she would be, with joy that she was alive.



I was close, then I passed it, so I backtracked to the appropriate door, yelling, “Get back from the door, baby, I’m comin’ in!” I flung open the door.



I guessed I needn’t have bothered to warn her; she, too, was caged up, so there was no way she could have been standing by the door to the cell. But she was on her feet, at least, not bound or gagged or anything.



Still, she looked weak. I’d never imagined Sienna could look so weak. She was practically wilting on her legs, her arms wrapped around the cage bars the only things keeping her vertical.



The tears I hadn’t been aware of behind my eyes tripped their way down my face at the sight of her. “Sienna, baby, I’m gonna flip the switch to open that door. You think you can move forward with it, or do you need a minute to skootch over to the side so I can come in and get you?”



She only nodded, breathing my name under her breath now, and not even making eye contact with me. I gave her a minute, but she made no move, so I flipped the switch and she shuffled her feet to keep up with the door as it swung open. It got her out of the cage, and I was right there to catch her as soon as I had access.



I had no idea what had happened to her, what she had been through in the hours we had been separated, but whatever it was, it was fierce. As soon as I had my arms around her, she collapsed. I tightened my hold on her torso with one arm and picked up her legs with the other, and she wrapped her arms around my head haphazardly, buried her face in my neck, and silently cried.



It was beautiful, and it was scary, and it was eerie, and it was maddening. I wanted to go back and kill Fielding immediately for whatever he did to cause this amazing woman to behave like…



I had never imagined Sienna behaving like this. I hated it. I loved that she trusted me so immediately and obviously, but I hated that she had been broken, that he had broken her.



I needed to know what he had done to her. I needed to help. I needed to fix her. I needed her to need me to. I needed to avenge her. I needed to never let her go.



I had no idea what to do.



“Baby, I’ve got you, now. Sienna, baby, I’ve got you. I’m here. I’ve got you.” I didn’t know what else to say.



I realized quickly that she was shivering full body; she was cold. Without my jacket to offer, the only thing I had on was my T-shirt, which was hardly going to help much, but it might help a little. Anyway, it would give her some covering.



So I lifted my head and dragged it over myself, turned it around, and popped it on top of her. She slid her arms through and rewrapped herself around my torso, as if she was trying to bury herself in my skin. I wrapped myself around her as best I could, trying to give her as much body contact as possible, to give her my heat, to give her some comfort—to give myself comfort.