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Gabriela watched on with a sense of enthralled detachment, before turning to the female dry-heaving by her feet. “Vomit. I dare you.” Gabriela addressed the girl, but her eyes remained glued to our male captive. “You make a mess on this floor, and I’ll make you eat it, then lick it clean.”
Rocco’s expression contorted in to a large grin, the first I’d seen since the accident.
“Long-term chronic or excessive alcohol abuse has significant consequences. I mean, behavioral changes, clinical depression, personality issues, and suicidal tendencies.” He flinched as I snipped a pair of scissors through the air. “Clearly, the reason you’re in this predicament is related to the latter. I cannot fathom another reason you’d disrespectla nostra principessa.”
“Pura stupidita.”Al laughed from the corner, staring at his phone for a moment before pivoting on his heel and leaving.
“Fallo male, Apollo.” Rocco stepped closer to Gabriela, but his eyes were lit with excitement as he stared at the soon-to-be corpse in front of us.
“Solo en la muerte hay justicia.” Gabriela’s Spanish had me faltering.
“Only in death is there justice,” Rocco repeated, smirking at Gabriela’s shocked expression. “Soy fluido en espanol e italiano.” They grinned at each other and I withheld my eye roll.
“You asked her tosuck your dick?” I questioned, as Rocco made quick work of pinning the bastard onto his back before helping me remove his pants. “Instead, I’ll give it to her on a fucking platter.”
I flicked the scissors open again, and the girl on the floor released a shriek so shrill it reverberated against the concrete walls before bouncing back and piercing my eardrums for a second time. I snipped the scissors twice, easily cutting through our captive’s flaccid member—not much to boast about. Bloodpoured from the wound as I turned my back on him. We would let him choose whether he wanted to live out his days permanently deformed or succumb to the blood loss over the next 3-5 minutes. Surprisingly or not, no one ever chose the former. I supposed they believed there wasn’t much point to living a life as a man without a dick.
I made my way to the stairs, stopping to peer at Gabriela and the girl gasping in her grip. The Spanish enforcer glanced at Rocco as he leaned over her shoulder, watching the girl’s fight slowly come to an end, much like her life.
“Marcisci all’inferno, cagna.” Gabriela straightened, spitting on the prone form at her feet and strutting up the stairs in her stiletto heels.
“Fuck.” Rocco straightened his belt before following her.
I ignored them both. I needed distance from this hotel. And Sienna…
However, like always, I wasn’t that fortunate. I came to a stop outside the front doors, just as the woman herself was walking out to meet Al—I hadn’t even noticed he’d followed me. Because all I saw was her. All I pictured was Romano’s hands on her, her laughing and smiling at him.
He touched her. Touched what didn’t belong to him.
I was unable, perhaps unwilling, to stop myself as I barreled towards them. Shoving Al out of the way, I wrapped my hand in Sienna’s hair and dragged her back inside. My brash actions had stunned her into silence.
For once.
She was standing upright but her neck was cocked at an odd angle, her body stiff in my grip. I didn’t let go until the doors opened. I entered the code into the keypad and shoved her into her apartment for a second time. She stumbled a few steps before straightening herself, kicking off her shoes and pullingher skirt up just enough for a fighting stance. We stared at each other for a second, then I charged.
“Fucking bitch,” I growled, lunging for her as she hissed and struck out at me.
Chapter 7
SIENNA AGOSTINO
“What the fuck was that about?” Al coughed through the swelling caused by Apollo’s attack on his throat. He reached out to brace himself on the wall, trying to stay on his feet.
“How the fuck should I know?” I hated the traitorous tears that were now pouring down my cheeks, butfuckdid that hurt.
As if the bastard’s words weren’t enough of a slap to the face, his disrespect as he spat at my feet sent me over the edge. What started as a slow drizzle turned into a tumultuous downpour of heartbreak. His actions hurt, cutting me so deep I’d have a permanent scar. Just because you couldn’t see it, it didn’t make it any less real.
“Fuck. Me,” Al grunted, climbing onto a bar stool as I handed him a bottled water.
“Apparently I fuck everyone, so why not?” My laugh was forced, pained.
“Si, you know he’s just…” I could see him battling himself to find the right words. “Fuck, I don’t know anymore.” Al’s phone rang and he mumbled in response before warning me to stay put until he got back.
He took a piece of chocolate on his way out as I kicked off my heels and collapsed onto my sofa. I needed to shut my mind off and get lost in the fantasy I used to have.Gone with the Windwas one of my favorite movies, even if—much to my dismay—I sometimes saw myself as Scarlett O’Hara.
If I kept playing this game with him, with my life, I wondered if I’d end up like her. It took her losing all the things she said she didn’t want to realize it was all she truly ever needed. I craved to be loved. I knew that. I wanted to kick Lucky off the throne, but by doing that, I’d ruin everything else.
“Yeah.” I answered my phone when it rang. “How should I know? He called me a fucking whore and left my apartment,” I told my brother.
