Sienna’s POV

My hands trembled, but my voice didn’t.

“no.”

The word hit the air like glass shattering. The two men froze for a heartbeat — just long enough for my pulse to pound once, hard, in my ears.

The shorter one sneered. “You don’t get to say no, sweetheart.”

I backed away, every step scraping against the asphalt.

“I’m not doing this,” I snapped. “I don’t care what you think I owe.”

The tall one’s jaw flexed. His patience was a thin thread ready to ...