Page 27 of Protecting Siena

After they leave, I start to make a plan. I don’t hear from Siena the rest of the night, but I’m sure it’s because Tony is probably around right now. Lying back on the shitty bed, I think about my girl and the shit that we are going to have to deal with to get her the fuck out of there.

Closing my eyes, I almost fall asleep, but the beeping of my phone wakes me up. Seeing Princess across the screen, I smile.

“Hey baby.” I answer. I hear her breathing change and her voice sounds sad when she says hello.

“Sloane, I’m scared. Everything here has been crazy and I’m afraid that something bad is going to happen.” Checking the clock on the night stand, I see that it’s after midnight.

“Siena, I won’t let anything happen to either of you. You have to believe me.” I hear her suck in a breath and blow it out. She’s trying to calm herself down, but I don’t think that anything will make her feel safe right now.

“I’m supposed to marry him in a week. How the hell am I going to get out of that?” She starts to cry and my heart breaks for her.

“I’m going to do everything in my power to get you away from them before then. I’ll get you out of there.” Her sniffles are killing me, and I want to hold her so badly. I never expected this shit to happen, but I sure as hell don’t want my life any other way. She’s the one thing that I would give my life for, and if that’s what I have to do to protect her and our child, then I will.

“I love you Sloane.” Her voice is no more than a whisper and to be honest, I like hearing that come from her lips. I didn’t grow up with someone who loved me, and to hear it now is kind of bittersweet. I wish things were different. I wish I wouldn’t have had to sneak around with her and I could claim her as mine so that the whole world knew, but I can’t. She will be married in a week and I still don’t know how I’m going to get her out of this fucking shit.

“I love you too Siena.” Closing my eyes, I listen to the little sounds that she makes, and she almost sounds relieved that I love her, too. “You didn’t think I loved you.” It’s not a question, it’s a statement. I hear her breathing, but she stays quiet for a few seconds.

“I just know how you are. Wasn’t sure, but I know you never sugar coat things so I believe you when you say it.” Smiling, I know she’s right. She knows me better than anyone else, and even if I didn’t want to admit my feelings for her, over the last nine months I’ve fallen for her. I craved the minutes we spent alone, the stolen kisses when we were away from the house, and the prying eyes of her mother and fiancé.

“You better believe it. When can I see you again?” The words slip from my mouth effortlessly and I’m already dying to see her.

“I don’t know. I’m not allowed to go anywhere. My father’s orders.” She sighs into the phone and I know that it’s driving her crazy to be told she can’t go anywhere. She’s like a butterfly, always going places, always trying to find the most beautiful things to see. I’ve spent countless hours following her around the city. We’ve been to some of the most beautiful places here and done some of the craziest things, too.

“Anytime you can sneak away, I’ll be here waiting for you. Just call, Princess and I’ll pick you up anywhere.” I hear a slight giggle and I feel a little bit better.

“You know I’ll call as soon as I can get free. What if it’s too late and I’m married to him?” Before I can answer the question, I hear her whisper that she has to go and that she’ll call when everyone is gone.

The call ends and I’m almost shocked. I need to get to her and fast.

The next afternoon when I finally wake up, I check my phone and see a message from Siena. It came through about ten minutes ago and when I click to open it, I grin.

Princess: Everyone left but Gully. He’s my personal slave keeper. I want to see you.

Pulling on a pair of jeans, I type out a message back to her and hit send. I know Gully is going to be pissed, but I don’t care. I want to see her, and I’m not letting anyone stop me. Brushing my teeth, I run my hands through my longer hair, and pull a baseball cap on.

When I pull up to the neighbor’s a few houses down, I park, and make my way to the house and up the driveway. I see Gully standing by the back door and when he sees me, he runs his hands down his face.

“Are you fucking kidding Sloane?” I don’t give him a chance to say anything else.

“I need to see her.” He shakes his head and I know that I’m going to have to plead my case with him.

“Gully, you know I would never put her in danger. She’s going to be the mother of my kid, and there is no way in hell that I’m letting Tony raise that child. He’s a fucking moron. I need this. Please, just help me out.” He looks me in the eye, almost like he’s trying to figure out the right thing to do.

“Fine, I’ll help you. But if shit goes south, you better make it look like you attacked me because I’m not going down for you. They’ll be back in two hours. You better be gone before they get here.” I could kiss him right now, but I know that he would probably be pissed. So I slap him on the back instead, and make my way inside and run up the stairs.

When I come to her room, I slowly open the door and I see her lying on her bed with her eyes closed. Closing the door behind me, I slip off my boots and lay behind her. Closing my eyes, I take in her scent and let that fill my mind. My arms wrap around her and my right hand lands on her stomach.

She pushes back on me, and I run my lips down her neck. I can feel when she opens her eyes, but she doesn’t fight me or try to pull away. “Sloane.” She whispers. Her voice is choked up and I roll her over so I can see her pretty face.

“I’m right here.” She buries her face into my chest and I can feel the sobs that rack her body.

When she finally looks back up at me, I see the bruise on her cheek. Grabbing her face, I move her so I can see every other inch of her skin, and check for more bruises. “He do this to you?” She nods, but doesn’t say a word. Getting off the bed, I pull her up and off the bed too.

My eyes scan her neck and I see what looks like another bruise. Forcing her to take her shirt off, I see how big the bruise really is. It covers from her collarbone to the top of her left breast. When I run my fingers over the black and blue bruise, she winces and tries to pull away.

“Why did he do this?” My voice is angry and I know that at any minute, I’m going to fly off the damn handle.

“Because I said no. He was pissed that I would spread my legs for you and not him. He choked me and slapped me.” She points to the bruise that I just touched and continues. “He held me against the wall with his forearm and that’s what caused this bruise.” The tears start to fall down her cheek and I slide her sweats down next.

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