“I’m sorry about what I said. I forget that not everyone views their family like I do. I think we need to talk about things, though, so I’ll be here waiting when you come out.”
I sit down on the edge of the bed and exhale a deep breath. Barely nine in the morning and we’ve already had a fight. Is that usual? I’m not exactly the dating kind. By the time a woman and I could be considered a couple, I’m gone from the scene. My job doesn’t exactly encourage long-term relationships.
That’s all changed with Sienna, but it doesn’t mean I’m a master of how the hell being a boyfriend works. I hope she understands that.
After five minutes, I begin to get restless. I don’t hear the water running in the shower, so she should have come out by now. Maybe this is one of those times real charm would work.
I pad over to the bathroom door and gently rap my knuckles off it. “Sienna, come out so we can talk.”
Nothing. She doesn’t make a sound. Is she really that angry? I mean, I get the idea of killing her brothers upsets her, but this isn’t like her. She’s a fighter. If she has something to say to me, she doesn’t censor herself.
So why is she giving me the silent treatment now?
“Sienna?” I say, pressing my ear to the bathroom door.
Still nothing.
I’m a patient man, but my patience is wearing thin already this morning. “Sienna, I’m coming in.”
I expect her to snap at me like my sisters used to when I’d demand to use the bathroom as a teenager, but she says nothing. Flinging the door open, I march in with a head full of steam ready to tell her this silent bullshit isn’t going to work, but she’s not in here.
Where the hell is she?
My mind spins with possibilities of where she’s gone. Did her brother get to her while I was downstairs with Gideon? I didn’t think to mention to her not to open the door for anyone when we came back here last night. Christ! Did they get lucky and find her here alone? Did that bastard take her?
Grabbing my gun, I tear down the stairs to Gideon’s office, again storming in as panic overtakes me. My cousin looks up from his work with confusion in his eyes and begins to bust my balls about something, but I’m not listening.
“Sienna’s gone! I went back up to the room and she’s not there. I swear to God if that brother of hers took her again, I’m going to torture that fucker before I kill him so goddamned slowly he’s going to beg to die.”
Gideon quickly stands up and hurries past me out to the lobby. His assistant is standing with one of the front desk workers, but he ignores her and pulls Sasha away toward an alcove on the side of the massive room.
“Did you see Sienna Rossetti today?”
Sasha looks past him to where I’m standing a few feet away and nods her head. “Yes, about fifteen minutes ago. She walked out the front doors.”
“Was anyone with her?” I ask, my heart racing at the thought of how much damage Matteo could have done in those few precious minutes.
Gideon’s assistant shakes her head, making her blond hair move with it. “No. She was alone.”
“Tell security I want the entire hotel searched, including the grounds. I want her found. Do you understand me?” Gideon snaps at Sasha.
She nods her understanding, but he’s already moved on and turns to look at me. “If she’s here, my men will find her. Where else would she go?”
I think I know where she might be. Her brothers didn’t come to her. She’s gone to them.
“I hope I’m wrong, but I’m betting she went to see her family.”
Gideon looks at me like he doesn’t understand. I don’t either. “Why? And why without you?”
As I turn to leave, I mumble, “I’m guessing like you she thinks she can use logic to convince her brother not to repeat the mistake he made a few days ago. You people with your logic bullshit baffle me. I just hope I can get there in time before he does something to hurt her.”
Not that Matteo Rossetti’s options from this point on are any different than they were before Sienna went there. If she and I are going to have any chance at a happily ever after, he can’t be long for this world.
And she needs to see that.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Sienna