My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 144

Rebekah buried her face in Jensen's chest, the sobs racking her body releasing all the pain and fear she'd endured. As he worked to untie her restraints, he continued to soothe her, though his own hands were trembling and his eyes were terrifyingly cold.

Sienna, frozen in shock by Jensen's sudden arrival, saw her hired thugs lying broken on the floor. Snapping out of her stupor, she grabbed the camera and bolted for the door, only to be blocked by two large bodyguards.

Her face went pale. "You… you can't…"

Jensen rose to his feet with Rebekah in his arms. He turned, and the look he gave Sienna was predatory and utterly devoid of mercy.

"You seem to enjoy this sort of thing," he said, gesturing to the groaning bodies on the floor. A chilling smile touched his lips. "Why don't you enjoy it for yourself?"

"No!" Sienna shrieked, understanding his meaning. She tried to run, but a bodyguard seized her arm, and the camera clattered to the ground.

As Jensen carried Rebekah out, he gave a final order to his men.

"Make sure you record everything."

One of the bodyguards nodded, picking up the camera and setting it up again.

"Jensen! You can't do this to me! Let me go! Stay away from me!"

The heavy warehouse doors slammed shut, cutting off Sienna's desperate screams.

Lost in her own terror, Rebekah was oblivious to what was happening, her emotions still too raw to process anything beyond the circle of Jensen's arms. But even if she had known, she wouldn't have said a word to save Sienna. She wasn't the type to turn the other cheek.

By the time she came back to herself, she was in the back of a car, wrapped in Jensen's jacket. A privacy partition separated them from the driver. Jensen was gently applying ointment to her bruised wrists.

"Don't be afraid," he said softly. "You're safe."

"I want a full investigation into Sienna Griffin. Tonight. Leak everything she's ever done online. It's time the Griffin family paid the price."

Beneath his silver hair, his normally charming eyes were as sharp and cold as splintered ice. After he hung up, a message from his mother popped up on his screen.

*Sylvia:* You little rascal, weren't you supposed to be at our welcome dinner? Rosie came back with us this time. You need to get here, fast.

Jensen's expression darkened. He sent a vague, dismissive reply and turned his gaze back to the bedroom door, his eyes a mixture of tenderness and complexity.

Inside, after examining Rebekah, Daphne frowned. "No major injuries, thankfully. Just the bruises on your wrists and ankles. I brought you some medicated patches. Let me put them on for you."

"Thank you."