Page 58 of Undone By The Mountain Daddies

“Just like you’re coming at Sienna?” says Knox. His pupils refocus and land on me.

It’s hilarious how pissed he looks.

“I think it’s safe to say we’re all coming for Sienna.”

Eli glares at me.

“No,” barks Knox. He steps forward and presses his chest into mine. “You know exactly what you’re doing. If you cared about her at all, you’d leave her alone and stop assuming things about her life.”

“Assuming is very different from knowing the facts,” I counter, throwing my arms over my chest. “Sienna knows exactly who she is.”

“Sienna was about to take off again,” says Knox.

I clench my jaw and hope that Knox is too bothered about his own feelings to see mine.

“She what?” Eli steps in. “She was going to leave?”

I shrug. “I mean… it was always the plan. You know that.”

Both Knox and Eli shoot daggers at me with their eyes.

“Sienna needs to be as far away from us as possible.”

“No,” counters Knox. “You need to stay far away from her.”

My stomach knots up as I think about our last interaction.

I know you’re famous because you ruined somebody else’s life to get there.

You hit the nail right on the head.

The knot grows tighter in my gut. Sienna admitted I was right, which is the last thing I expected from her. She must be feeling guilty about something.

Eli flops down onto the couch, running a hand through his hair. “So, just to get this straight—we all like Sienna?”

“Some more than others,” grumbles Knox, pushing himself off the wall to join Eli on the couch. They sit at opposite ends.

“You were watching her do Pilates?” Knox is back at it again, his eyes full of poison. “For how long?”

“Why does it matter?”

Knox tightens his jaw and looks away, addressing Eli instead. “And you walked in on her?”

“Masturbating… yep,” clarifies Eli.

“Save the fucking details, unless you want to be thrown back into that wall.” The sound of Knox’s snapping knuckles fills the room as he rounds them into a fist.

“Henry is asleep,” says Eli. “I’d like it to stay that way.”

“Then be more careful about what you say.”

We fall silent, the crackling fire the only noise. We all watch the flames, waiting for someone to say something.

Since Eli is being quieter than usual, I decide to speak first. “What difference does it make if we all want to fuck her? We share everything else up here. We may as well⁠—”

“I do not share my women,” replies Cash tersely.

“You can’t want to fuck her that much if you’re always giving her shit,” says Eli.