Begging for a Second Chance (Sienna Sloan and Jarred Sterling) novel 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.

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