Page 5 of And Twice as Twisted
“Pussy?” I chuckled, placing my hands on his chest to brace myself. Rocco was still at my back, holding me at arm’s length.
“Sienna!” Al gagged as Rocco shouted, “Ew!”
I opened my mouth to repeat the offending word when Rocco covered it, shoving me forward and following Al through the crowd. I struggled to get up the stairs and Rocco had to practically carry me. My red-soles were doing me dirty tonight.
“Fuck. Shit. Goddamn it,” Rocco moaned out and practically tossed me into Lucky’s VIP room.
“Oh! Rocco! I’m sorry.” I threw a hand to my mouth at the sight of blood soaking through his white shirt. I tugged the material free of his pants, dropping to my knees to inspect the wound over his kidney. It was only a slight tear; the stitches were holding together well but it didn’t diminish my guilt. We’d gone through hell together, neither of us coming out unscathed.
“Where’s the line start? I want my turn!” A slurred voice came at my back, Rocco’s attention snapping in that direction. “Yeah, baby!” The guy chuckled as Rocco helped me to my feet to tuck me behind him.
“What did you just say?” A chill filled the air as a new menacing side of Rocco rose to the surface. Since the accident, my brother’s enforcer seemed to be slipping away in front of our eyes. My lighthearted friend and guard had been replaced by someone tainted, crueler. With Apollo gone, Lucky and Al didn’t have much time to keep an eye on him. And Rocco refused my help, clamming up anytime I tried to comfort him. “Say. It. Again.”
Goose bumps lined my arms, his biceps flexing as I tried to hold him back.
The guy appeared to finally realize the threat and moved backwards, bumping into Al, before his eyes flicked between the two men. He quickly dribbled a slew of fake apologies with his palms up in a defensive posture. My brother’s men were playing with the bastard now, preparing him for a fate worse than death at their hands.
“Enough.” I stepped between Rocco and his would-be prey. “You’re bleeding, and he isn’t worth it with all the witnesses,” I hissed, my gaze scanning the crowd.
“Yeah, listen to the bitch!” The jackass stared at me with a mixture of lust and loathing.
“You stupid mother—” I cocked my fist back, the blow to his nose jarring my arm. “Fucker! Ow!” I cradled my wrist to my chest for a moment, feeling the ramifications of my poor form.
I knew better than to throw a punch like that.
“Time to go.” Al put the guy in a headlock and dragged him to the door. “Stay with Sienna. I’m just gonna throw the trash out.” He boasted it loudly, too loudly. Which meant the son of a bitch was going to be taken to the basement of the hotel, under our apartments. As much as I hated my status, beingthemafia princessdidhave its perks.
I escorted Rocco to a chair by the bar and called the bartender over for another glass of champagne. I needed the bubbles.
“Hey.” A random girl gestured towards the row of shots before her. “Want one?”
I nodded, wanting to keep the happy nothingness in place to avoid my real feelings. Her friends were on their way to my level of drunk, but a few were also coked out of their minds. I tossed back the shot, watching two of the girls step from the group and approach a small table in the corner. My eyes focused on them and I knew I had a death wish.
“Come on.” One of the girls motioned me forward, waving her hands above the white lines stretching across the table. “Here, Sienna.”
Had I told them my name?
As I stepped closer, one of them whispered in my ear. “It makes everything better.” Her tone was rushed, hyper. I took a hundred-dollar bill from my bag and rolled it.
Sienna Agostino would never snort coke with a fiver.
I looked back and forth between them. Something didn’t feel right, but I was too committed to my self-destruction to give it a second thought. One of the dancers had stepped closer, but for the most part, we were secluded in the corner. I made quickwork of snorting a line, allowing the stars to burst behind my eyes. I was momentarily stunned, unsure what to do except stare at the wall behind the bartender. He handed me my whiskey neat, eyeing me with confusion until I felt my normal smile slip back in place.
“Another!” a girl called out, though it seemed forced as she tugged me to her.I shouldn’t.But, oh, how I wanted to.
“Bitch!” A dancer slammed one of them against the wall, smashing the woman’s cell phone to the ground. Her glittery flapper dress shimmered in the light as she moved, the feathers in her hair swaying with the swift motion. I was momentarily stunned as I watched her flip the table of cocaine and grip the second girl by the throat. “You know exactly who you’re messing with, don’t you?” She glanced between the girl she was choking and the other one shaking on the floor. “Thought you’d get your fifteen minutes of fame with that video?”
Video?I flicked my eyes from one woman to the other, appalled by my own actions but furious with theirs.
Magazines were always looking for a way to ruin my family. They’d sell their images and tabloid stories to the highest bidder, assuming their anonymity was protected as they soiled the reputation of the mafia princess. However, I always found my mark. One way or another, I’d hunt them down. Just ask Sebastian Santoro…
If you can find him.
“How much am I worth?” I bent down into the girl’s face. “Tell me!” I grabbed a chunk of her hair, pulling her closer.
“I-it was just a joke!” she cried.
“A joke! Oh!” The dancer started laughing uncontrollably, shaking the woman in her arms. “Why didn’t you tell us?” And before I could move, she smashed the girl’s face into the wall. Twice. I watched on as blood poured from the cunt’s nose. The dancer smiled at me, as if to sayI got this, and pulled the othergirl to her feet, bracing her against the wall with an arm to her neck. “Never come back here. You didn’t see anything. You don’t know anything.”
