Regrets Come Too Late (Sierra and Johnny) novel Chapter 47

“If I really end up in his hands, I’ll deal with it.”

John was a pitfall. Solomon was a trap. Since she was going to be in danger either way, she might as well pick the side that got her some money. Nothing mattered more than money right now.

John’s dark eyes were fixed on her, as if he wanted to see whether she was joking.

“Besides, everything you just said is only your side of the story,” Sierra said as she met his eyes. “I don’t have anything on me that your brother wants. He has no reason to go to all that trouble just to set me up.”

The darkness in John’s eyes grew even darker. He couldn’t exactly explain that the trap was meant for him.

“Even if he does want me, it’ll only be to go after someone else,” Sierra continued. “He already gave me such an easy, well–paid job. So what if he uses me?”

“Even if the person he targets is Tommy?” John didn’t expect her to think this way. “Solomon’s methods are somewhat underhanded, and he can be quite extreme at times.”

Every word Sierra said stepped right on one of John’s nerves.

“But he’ll never go after a child,” Sierra protested.

John’s expression darkened, his stormy presence intensified. “How much time have you actually spent with him? How well do you really know him?”

To think that she would defend Solomon this much… What kind of spell had he managed to cast on her?

“He won’t.” Sierra’s answer was firm and simple.

John’s fingers clenched tighter around his phone.

Sierra glanced at the time, and her voice stayed flat as she asked John to leave again.

“If there’s nothing else, please leave.”

The moment the words fell, a streak of lightning split the sky.

A moment later, thunder crashed.

Rumble!

The windows rattled. Sierra, who had been afraid of thunder since she was a child, shuddered before she could stop herself.

As soon as the first rumble faded, she quickly walked to the window and yanked the curtains shut, as if that thin layer of fabric could block some of the sound.

John took in every small movement.

He was just about to speak when his mobile rang.

On the screen were two words: Pamela Sanders.

And Sierra saw it.

John’s fingers slid on the phone softly, and the call went through.

“John? Where are you?” Pamela’s voice was trembling through the speaker. “Can you come to Lakeside Villa and stay with me? I’m afraid of the thunder.”

Chapter 47

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A mocking amusement appeared in Sierra’s eyes.

Pamela, afraid of thunder?

Back in college, after they had fallen out over that incident, Pamela had picked a stormy day and deliberately locked Sierra in the equipment room with the help of some people.

Sierra was trapped inside, arms around her knees and hands covering her ears, too terrified to move. Meanwhile, Pamela was standing outside with her arms crossed, looking in through the window while she talked in a relaxed mood.

Sierra couldn’t hear a word she said with the thunder booming overhead, but that smug, mocking smile was burned into her memory for life.

Maybe it was that memory resurfacing and that Sierra finally wanted some revenge, or maybe she simply wanted Pamela to feel miserable for once.

Either way, Sierra spoke first before John could say anything.

“Mrs. Henderson is calling you home, Mr. Henderson. Time to make a move on.”

The line went silent.

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