Chapter 9 Sienna's POV
I just got back from work. I was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to sleep. That was all I wanted. Sleep. I collapsed on my bed till the next day.
I didn't even order any takeouts. I was too tired to be hungry. I had a high influx of clients, and I barely had a break in between them.
I was grateful, though. Having clients meant people were getting to know my art, and I was becoming well-known.
Maybe with time, if this kept on, I could get recognized enough that I'd be able to pick and choose my hours.
I heard a knock on my door and groaned. I hadn't ordered anything, and I wasn't expecting a visitor.
Was it my landlord?
I know I've been avoiding the guy, but he didn't normally knock at night. He was a great guy, plus I promised him I'd pay him in a week's time.
I had just finished covering the rent and cost of materials for my studio. The money I had left was just the two hundred I had picked off the floor from when that asshole dog threw it at me. I was broke minus that.
I needed the rest of the week to raise the money.
I had enough appointments booked that I knew I'd be able to cover the rent by this week's end. He just had to wait.
The knocking persisted, and I stood up from bed, grouchy and pissed. I walked to the door and opened it.
Ronan.
“What are you doing here?” I was both really pissed and really irritated at the same time. It would take me a lot of patience not to blow up on him right now in this moment.
He smiled.
“Won't you invite me in?” he asked, and I glared at him. This fucking fuck face really thought himself special or something.
“Would you prefer we discuss issues about the pack here in your hallway?” he asked, his voice raising as he completed the last statement.
I wanted nothing more than to rip that asshole smirk from his face, but I couldn't do much. I could only watch him, smug and acting like a dick.
“Come in,” I said, moving aside for him as he walked into my house with a very annoying look.
“What do you want?” I asked again, shutting my door and glaring at him.
He took his time to search my house, his eyes skirting around the small space, making it feel even smaller.
“This is where you live?” He said it like a statement, but it sounded more like a very condescending question.
“Yes, and… do you have any issues?” I was getting very, very pissed.
If there was one thing I was super protective of, it was my space.
My space was something that belonged to me, and I protected it accordingly.
I didn't care if you were the president for all I care. You don't come into my house and disrespect me.
He didn’t respond, just gave a very “What is this poor thing?” look across the house before landing on me.
“No, I don't have any problems,” he smiled and then made his way to my sofa.
He sat on it and crossed his legs, looking up at me.
He knew he was pissing me off, and he enjoyed it.
“What do you want?” I repeated myself, getting even more irritated at the thought that he was irritating me intentionally.
“Well, I came here to ask you to join my pack.” He smiled, and I cursed, even more pissed.
“You came here to disturb my sleep just to ask me to join your cult? Come on, this could have been an email. My answer is still no.” I could have been sleeping by now.
“You don't make it easy.” He picked up my mojo figurine and twiddled with it in his hands while I glared at him.
“Can't you catch a clue? I'm glaring at you to leave my house, so can you fucking leave?” I asked, and he just shrugged with a smile and shook his head.
“Unfortunately, Sienna, I'm not leaving until I get you in my pack. Whether your walnut of a head gets it or not, you need to join my pack for your safety and the safety of everyone involved.” He looked calm on the surface, but I knew from his tone that he was getting really strung, and I knew it was stupid to try to get him even more pissed, but that didn't mean I wouldn't try.
He had already pissed me off with his whole “I'll come to your house at night when you want to sleep and ask you to join my pack” move.
“Well, I don't care if you or any of your cult members die. It's literally not my business if you decide to turn into huge dogs and kill each other.” The moment I said it, I knew I'd fucked up.
His face fell, and almost immediately a sinister, evil smile spread across his face.
“Well, I don't know… Madison, Riley, Danny… Should I go on?” he asked as I stood there frozen.
“Hmm, okay, Jessie, Ricky? Rick? I don't know. Kimmy?” I had never been so afraid in my entire life.
“Shut up!” I screamed, and he just smiled.
“Well, since you don't care if my family dies, do you think I should care about yours?” he asked, and I broke in anger and rushed him.
I punched him, and he just smiled and licked his lips.
“With the way you punch, your safety is even more in danger than I thought.” I reached to slap him again, and he caught my arm.
“I'll let you hit me once, but that’s about it. You see how much you care about your family? I care about mine twice as much, and I will do anything to protect it. I don't care what or who I have to destroy,” he said, gripping my arm harder to make a statement.
The threat was real, and it hung in the air.
“Get out,” I whispered, shaking with both anger and frustration.
“What?” he asked, and I repeated myself.
“Get out.”
“Get out.”
“GET OUT!” I screamed and began to throw things at him.
He just stepped aside and walked to the door.
He opened it and paused, turning to me.
“Now that you understand just how much I will do to protect my family, I hope you decide just what you are willing to do to protect yours.” He didn't wait to hear my response and just walked out of the house, shutting the door.
I fell to the floor and cried in fear.
What was I going to do?
He'd kill them.
What if he already had them and this was a threat?
I needed to know if they were okay.
I scrambled to find my phone.
I had to know if they were safe.
I rang Danny, and the call went to voicemail.
I was sleepy, I was exhausted, but I was also scared.
I ordered a ride immediately.
I had to see for myself that they were safe.