Roman's P.O.V.

I had imagined seeing Sienna again more times than I would ever admit. In some versions, she slapped me. In others, she screamed. A few were worse. She looked through me like I was nobody. What I had not imagined was one word.

"No."

Then a door closing in

Sienna's P.O.V.

By nine in the morning, three different people had tried to feed me. One had tried to give me clothes. Judge had tried to give me a schedule.

Apparently, walking into an MC compound as an adult woman automatically turned everyone around you into an o

Sienna's P.O.V.

Ghost verified the number in eleven minutes. He did exactly what I asked. Nothing more. **Current subscriber matches Ivy Mercer. Personal line. Want anything else?** I stared at the message. Then typed back. **No.** His reply came immediately. **Understood.** T