Sienna stood next to Alvar moments after entering the hotel suite immediately under the one he had been in and found herself struggling to catch her breath.
Four men the size of trucks stood facing her in a single line. One of them much older than the others and two of them so similar in appearance they could have been a cloning experiment. It was the gaze of the one in the middle though, the one she guessed to be Roman which made her heart thunder. A tick at his jaw had her terrified of the anger he was vibrating with.
Why was he so angry?
He took a step towards her, and she took a step back, sliding sideways almost completely behind Alvar, her hand reaching for the bottom of his suit jacket. Roman paused and inhaled sharply.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I know. Mr. Caputo won’t let
