Chapter 404
Maloney lay on his side on the floor.
The residual haze of the drug began to fade, his rationality returning bit by bit.
His unfocused gaze slowly sharpened, and his ragged breathing steadied.
The memories of his unhinged frenzy, the way he had forced himself onto Sienna, crashed into his mind with crystal clarity.
Humiliation, guilt, and a tangled mess of complex emotions churned within him.
They swirled in his eyes, forming a dark, unreadable storm.
The drug hadn’t entirely worn off, and Maloney’s body was trembling.
He pushed himself up off the floor and looked up at Jarred.
In his eyes was the lingering cloudiness of the drug, the dazed shock of being punched awake, and a sliver of… guilt.
But that guilt didn’t seem to stem from the fact that he shouldn’t have touched her; rather, it was because Jarred had witnessed it.
Jarred stared at the murky blend of regret and coldness in his brother’s eyes.
The rage in his chest didn’t subside; it burned even fiercer.
He knew all too well that anyone who dared to lay a hand on Sienna—even his own blood brother—would receive absolutely no mercy.
He lowered his gaze, his eyes as dark as night, murderous intent layering heavily within them.
He didn’t give Maloney a chance to speak.
A second punch flew out.
This one was even harder than the first.
It landed flawlessly on the unblemished side of Maloney’s face.
The back of Maloney’s head slammed against the floor with a hollow thud.
Blood trickled from his mouth, mixing with the dust on the floor, leaving a shocking streak across his pale face.
He didn’t fight back, nor did he even raise an arm to block.
Sienna leaned against the wall, her legs so weak she could barely stand.
She stared at Maloney lying on the ground, then at Jarred towering over him, blood dripping from his clenched fist.
Only one thought echoed in her mind: Silas.
This was all Silas’s doing.
She had been played.
She was a pawn on his chessboard, and she was only now seeing the whole game.
Chaotic footsteps echoed from the end of the hall.
Three or four men in black suits rushed in. They were Maloney’s personal guards.
Seeing their boss collapsed on the floor, and Jarred standing over him with a bloody fist, they froze in their tracks.
“B-Boss The lead man stammered, his feet glued to the floor, caught between a rock and a hard place.
The men exchanged panicked, conflicted glances.
The room fell dead silent, save for their heavy breathing, the atmosphere suffocatingly oppressive.
After a long moment, Jarred suppressed the murderous rage in his eyes, his voice laced with ice. “Take out your boss and get
The subordinates didn’t dare hesitate. They rushed forward and carefully hauled Maloney’s ump body off the floor.
As they supported him out, passing by Jarred, the brothers’ eyes locked in the dim lighting.
Two powerful, freezing glares violently clashed, an invisible current tearing through the air between them.
Maloney was carried away.
The room quieted down, leaving only Sienna and Jarred.
Sienna didn’t even glance at the man standing across from her.
The terrifying scene from moments ago replayed in her mind, waves of bone-deep lingering dread washing over her.
If Silas hadn’t set this trap, this vile, dangerous situation would never have happened.
She always kept her grudges and debts crystal clear, and she wouldn’t let this slide.
Sienna tucked away her emotions, turned, and strode toward the door.
From start to finish, she completely ignored Jarred.
Jarred’s eyes never left her.
Watching her walk past him as if he were invisible, his pupils contracted slightly.