Page 20 of Passion and Revenge

“Zip me up, darling.”

“Zip yourself up. With all the time you spend at the gym and the dieting you do, you should be fit and flexible enough to reach.”

The look she shoots me is acerbic. “What’s come over you?”

“It’s time for you to leave,” I tell her firmly.

She snatches her purse from the floor after doing up her zipper and then approaches me, a suggestive smile on her lips. “If she’s really what you’re interested in, I don’t mind a threesome.”

I scoff. “I’m sure you won’t. But as I said, she’s business. I don’t mix business with pleasure.”

Her smile becomes strained. “I mean it, I?—”

“Get out, Dayna,” I snarl. I’ve had enough of her and this conversation, to be honest. I make the decision there and then that I won’t be ringing her up anytime in the near future. Or ever. Apparently, lines are beginning to blur in her empty skull.

She glares at me and spins around. “You can really be a bastard, but whatever. Call me, Alessandro. I mean it. If you don’t call, you’ll never see me again.”

It’s not the first or tenth time I’ve heard that threat. I’m sure she’ll be back. Or at least she’ll try. But I don’t plan on ever touching her again.

“Bye, Ale,” she says with a wave.

On second thought, I decided I never wanted to see her again either.

My gun is in my hand before I can think about it, and the sound of a bullet being fired follows. I watch as Dayna’s blonde head turns into pulp, blood and brain matter splashing against the wall. Her dead body drops to the ground with a satisfying thud.

She’s just a gold-digging whore like any other. Women like her are always hunting for their next meal ticket, making them easy to buy and easy to use.

It’ll be so easy for someone to track her down and buy Sienna’s whereabouts from her. Killing her is the best option. And anyway, I did tell her not to call me that name. There’s only one person who was grudgingly allowed to call me by that stupid nickname.

I fix my gaze on the dark-haired woman.

She’s a product of the reason why I’ll never let another person call me by it again.

I grab my phone and call the number of one of my men.

He answers on the first ring. “Boss?”

“Get the cleaners,” I order. “There’s a stain on my carpet.”

“Yes, boss.”

I hang up, and then, without sparing the object of my current obsession another glance, I storm out of the room, crossing over the body that’s blocking the doorway.

After all this time, everything is finally in place. It’s such a shame Sienna is going to suffer for the sins of her father.

What is coming for her, though, is inevitable because, in my plot for vengeance, there’s no room for forgiveness.

CHAPTER 7

Sienna

Damn. My head hurts. I feel like I got run over by a truck. Am I drunk?

That’s the first thought that crosses my mind as I blink my eyes open. I feel groggy, and one side of my head is throbbing. I’ve only been drunk once, and that was enough for me to swear off it forever.

I wince when I try to sit up, clutching my head. There’s an unusual bitter taste at the back of my throat, and I’m parched.

With a groan, I reach for my phone on my bedside table but freeze. There’s no bedside table…because this isn’t my room.

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