...Hunter POV...I paced the floor of the hospital for what felt like hours. I had yet to see or hear from any of the medical personnel that were helping Tomás. I couldn't deny that not knowing almost seemed worse than what the final outcome would be. Every bloody scenario rang through my mind. Will Tomás make it out alive? If he does, what will happen to him? If he doesn't, am I prepared to live without him? While I may not exactly know the answer to that final question, I do know for sure that if Tomás does die, then I'm beyond prepared to burn everything around me. There's nothing that won't face my wrath. The memory of seeing Sienna standing over Tomás lifeless body will forever haunt my mind. I couldn't believe I'd been so reckless. I had singlehandedly brought the traitor into my house. I had given up my weak point to the one person I thought I could trust. To this day, I don't even know why I did that. It was as if just being near her made me feel, for the first time ever, th
…Sienna POV…This was beginning to feel like a pattern. Being knocked unconscious and waking up somewhere else. Though this time, I couldn’t figure out where I was. All the other times, I had known that Hunter was behind it, and I was at his estate. But now? I couldn’t say the same. For whatever reason, something felt off about this. I don’t know why, but it was as though I could tell that I was no longer in Colombia. Which made me question how long I have been out.Shouts of anger and aggression can be heard from somewhere in the distance. My head is slightly dizzy, and I feel partially lightheaded. However, I know I need to figure out what’s going on. I see a stream of light coming from the far side of the room. I take a quick look around to get a better feel of what I’m dealing with. To see if there’s anything nearby that I could use as a weapon. After scanning the room as much as I can, I can’t seem to find anything that would make a decent enough weapon, so instead, I focus on
The more time I spent in this room, the more familiar it was becoming. I just couldn’t place how. I’ve never been here before. So why does it look so familiar? I looked around the room, trying to pinpoint what it was about this room that looked so familiar. Which is when one thing caught my eye. The chair Hunter is sitting on is the same chair Ash was sitting on in the video that Silvio and Kevin had shown me earlier, which could only mean one thing. Silvio’s taken us to where Ash was tortured. This could end up being a good thing. Silvio hasn’t said a word about Ash which probably means that Ash is still alive. If Ash were dead, Silvio wouldn’t hesitate to let me know. So the fact that Silvio has remained quiet about Ash’s presence means that Ash is very much alive and could be our way out. I’ll just need to make yet another distraction. This one, however, will have to provide us with a lot more time. I’ll need to figure out how to get Hunter out of here. I already have an idea in m
“Mariposa.” Hunter comments, making my desire for him increase. It’s been so long since Hunter last called me that. He used to only ever call me that. But with everything happening lately, he switched to calling me by my name. I couldn’t even be mad either, as I would’ve done the same thing if I were in his shoes. He tried desperately to give me the benefit of the doubt, regardless of how much incriminating evidence there was. So to hear Hunter calling me his Mariposa once more makes me far happier than I could imagine.Without realizing it, I had closed the distance between us. My lips found Hunter’s with no abandon. Time seems to freeze as we deepen the kiss. So many unspoken conversations are taking place in unison with this kiss. I can feel all of Hunter’s emotions. His desires, his anguish, but most importantly, his love. I can feel his uneasiness when it comes to my plan. As well as the dread he feels knowing that this may be our only chance. While he may have put up a fight abo
About an hour later, Silvio reenters the room, looking directly at me. Though the odd thing is he seems neither surprised nor upset to see the sudden disappearance of Ash and Hunter. Were they captured? Is that why? I wonder to myself. "Ah, good. I see we're right on schedule." Silvio comments, making me turn my head to look up at him. "Don't look at me like that. I know you're a smart girl. You don't actually believe that I would be as stupid as to confess my ultimate plan with you, then to let you escape?" Silvio asks, making me quirk a brow. I remained silent, unsure of what to say. I didn't understand what was happening. I could feel my mind working to figure out what I had missed. "I told you what I wanted you to know." Silvio comments, making my eyes go wide. A thought suddenly comes to mind. Silvio had gone into detail about his plan and then left us unattended. He wanted us to escape, which could only mean one thing. Hunter and Ash's freedom was nothing but a delusion. Si
AttentionHunter's Revenge is the sequel to the book 'The Mark'. It is highly recommended to read this after reading 'The Mark' for better understanding. Hunter's Revenge can be read as a stand-alone book, but I do not recommend it. I will not be providing insight to characters from 'The Mark'. So in order to properly enjoy the reading experience, I recommend not reading Hunter's Revenge without reading 'The Mark' first. I promise you won't regret reading it. Hunter's Revenge depicts the life of the Stone Princess. Sienna was born with a debilitating lung disorder that made he different from her peers. Her family is extremely overprotective of her, making her rebel. Sienna is tired of her life in the Stone Castle and wishes to be set free. Sienna will soon learn to realize that perhaps she took her sheltered life for granted when her life takes a sudden turn. It's true what they say. One event can change the trajectory of your life forever. What will Sienna do? Will she cope with th
I grab a change of clothes and head for the shower. Once I'm done, I head back into my room as I dry my hair with my towel. I stop midstep to see Rylee, my childhood best friend sitting on the edge of my bed waiting for me."Ry? What are you doing here? I didn't know you were coming over." I state, as I make my way to my makeup table."The twins called me.""Of course they did." I reply, rolling my eyes."You don't need to be mad at them. They're just worried about you. What you did.." She began, however, I cut her off. "You don't need to give me the spiel. I heard it enough from my brothers." I state, turning away from her to brush my hair in the mirror."Come on Bubs. You know they didn't mean to upset you." She says calling me by my childhood endearment she's called me since we were kids. I sigh and turn around to look at her."I know. I'm not mad at them really." I say, however, Rylee knows me better than I know myself. She walks over to me and hugs me."I know. You're just frus
Over the next few days, I worked on the painting for Rylee. I still wasn't sure why she wanted it in the first place. She's never shown an interest in art before. So why now?I took a look at the final piece before calling Rylee to come over to look at it. She wasn't going to be able to come over for a few hours, so I decided to go to the gym to work out. I was surprised to find the gym empty when I got there. Normally I can find at least one family member here, most commonly the twins. So to find it empty was a big eye-opener.For the past while I had been teaching myself, Krav Maga. This wasn't a style I would practice with my brothers, as Krav Maga is one of the most dangerous forms of martial arts. The main reason is unlike other forms of Martial arts, Krav Maga had no rules. Blows to the head or to weak spots were what it enforced. Krav Maga was more about the quick takedown as opposed to drawing out a fight in hopes of getting someone to surrender. Whenever I trained by myself