Page 29 of Undone By The Mountain Daddies

I scroll and get hit with another photograph of myself—this one from the mountain spa retreat. I was trying to manage a quick escape, but the camera crew had other plans.

I open the comments and feel like tossing my phone into the snow as I read the first one.

“Sienna’s looking old. No wonder she needed a spa getaway.”

No shit, asshole. Of course I’m going to be “looking old” when the photo was taken in unflattering lighting, on my bad side, and zoomed right on my face.

I take a deep breath to calm my nervous system, but my head is full of noise.

“Where is she now?”

“She’s disappeared.”

What. The. Fuck? Someone has made an entire podcast about me, speculating on why I might’ve retreated to a spa for the weekend after the premiere.

“She’s still hung up on Holden, most likely.”

“It would explain why her acting isn’t what it used to be.”

“I know, it’s taken a turn for the worse over the past year.”

I shut my eyes and breathe deeply. I’m not there, I’m here, on the top of a mountain surrounded by fresh air and white snow.

I shove my phone into my jeans and focus on something that isn’t my declining beauty and talent. At least the sky looks pretty this evening, like an oil painting filled with pastel colors. Gradients of pink and purple stretch across the mountain tops, spilling light onto the land. It’s like something out of a fantasy movie.

I always wanted to star in something different, like a fantasy action movie where the plot wasn’t about two people falling in love. But directors never hired me for those kinds of movies. I was better suited for romance, apparently.

I continue my walk over to the main cabin. The pastel colors reflect on the small lake, situated at the front of the cabin. The water is still iced over, but it sparkles, like someone’s shaken glitter over the surface.

I decide to circle around the cabin, checking out the surroundings. Icicles hang from the eaves like daggers, making me feel uneasy. I’m sure Knox would love to put one of those through my chest. Best not ask him again about what he does for a living. He might actually tell me.

Smoke plumes from the chimney, and I can hear low voices from inside, none of which I can understand. I do hear a voice that sounds like it belongs to a child, but I must be mistaken—the birds out here are chirping like crazy.

I run my hand over the sturdy rock wall, making my way around the perimeter of the house. I soak up the smells of fresh pine and burning wood from the chimney, and feel the noise disappear from my head. Maybe being out here isn’t so bad…

And then I turn a corner and see several axes propped up against a wall.

I jump back. It can’t be legal to own so many axes. It probably isn’t—which is why they live all the way out here. These guys definitely live life on their own terms.

I look closely at the different blades, my heart in my throat.

I look over at the tree nearby with lots of axe marks and gasp, choking on the cold air. Apparently, they hit the bullseye every time.

Snow crunches under my feet as I make my way over to the tree, running my fingers over the indentations. They’re deeper than they look. My breath catches. These guys really could kill me if they wanted to.

I move away from the tree and head back toward my own cabin.

And that’s when I hear moaning.

I creep toward the sound, finding myself outside one of the bedrooms.

I look inside the window and see Eli.

He’s stroking himself.

Jesus mighty.

Gravity pulls my jaw to the ground, and I don’t fight it. His dick is so big that it could cast a shadow.