Sienna was stunned when out of nowhere Savino grabbed her hands and tied them together with zip ties. “What are you doing?”
“Securing you for transport,” he said bluntly as he lifted a black hood.
“No!” she yelled while struggling against his attempts to cover her head.
“Sienna,” Alvar spoke hotly, “put the damn mask on or I drug you. Choose.”
“I hate you.” She cursed at him shooting him a hateful glare right before Savino put the hood on her.
“Aw, I thought you said we were besties,” he drawled sarcastically. He then started speaking to Savino in a language she didn’t understand, fairly confident it was neither Italian nor Spanish.
She settled back into the seat and shivered as the cold leather touched her exposed skin on her back. She felt a tear slide down her cheek and she sniff
