Page 29 of Billionaire Unbroken - Asher
Meow. Meow. Meow.
Okay, maybe the shithole wasn’tcompletelyempty.
I looked down at the black cat on the floor at my feet.
I’d never realized that cats could sound distressed, but this one was definitely feeling off.
Her cries kept coming, and I felt like she was trying to tell me something.
I reached down to reassure the animal, freezing as I heard a muffled sound coming from what looked like a tiny closet.
I rose and opened the door.
There, at the bottom of the closet, was Sierra, curled into a ball, her head covered with her arms.
“Sierra!” I said urgently as I knelt down beside her. “What in the fuck happened to you?”
She shook her head and whimpered. “The light hurts,” she groaned weakly. “Migraine. I can’t handle the light and the noise. I need to be somewhere quiet and dark.”
She’d answered me, but I could tell that she wasn’t entirely coherent.
Looking around, it made sense that she’d sought out the closet. Most of the blinds were broken and the light was heavily streaming into the bedroom.
I closed the closet door, but I didn’t plan on leaving her in there.
We were getting the hell out of here, and if I got my way, she was never coming back.
Meow. Meow. Meow.
I made short work of gathering up cat supplies and the cat. I put the animal in my SUV, along with the few clothes and personal items that I found for Sierra.
I didn’t open every cupboard in the kitchen, but there was almost no food in the ones I did look in, and next to nothing in her fridge.
The conditions she’d been living in made me fucking furious.
Why in the hell had I never known that Sierra was struggling this damn hard?
I should have known.
I should have done everything I could to help her.
She’d held my ass together during Cole’s wedding.
Sierra had been there when I’d needed her, and I repaid her by not giving a shit aboutherneeds.
That ended right fucking now.
Whether she wanted it or not, she was getting my help.
Fuck knew that nobody else was taking care of this woman, and I planned on being the guy who did.
I grabbed the only blanket in the place from the air mattress and carefully opened the door of the closet.
“No,” she whimpered, and the sound of her distress ate my guts out.
I put the blanket over her head and lifted her into my arms.
The ride back to my place might be uncomfortable, but it was better than her spending a day or more suffering in this damn apartment.
