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“They were expensive,” Sienna hissed out, her fingers clinging to the tattered leather of her pants.
“Send me the bill.” I twisted my neck, feeling the skin pull from my scar.
“Trust me, I will.” She picked up my shirt, throwing it over her head and buttoning what was left of the torn material. Then she stepped into the bathroom as I made a call to the Agostino cleaners.
When she emerged a moment later, my jaw clicked to prevent my mouth from opening. A piece of leather from her pants was wrapped around her waist as a belt, allowing my oversized shirt to give her an hourglass figure. Her long, toned legs were on display and her calf flexed as she walked towards her discarded gun. She checked the clip, engaged the safety, and deposited the nine into her clutch before tucking the bag under her arm. Back to her practical indifference, the mafia princess ignored me and walked towards the door.
“Where did you park?” I asked, coughing around the tightness in my throat.
“I managed to get here without you. I think I can manage to get home too.”
My retort halted her escape. “I totaled my Maybach previously and my Audi on the way over,” I confessed.
“Christ.” She sighed. “Let’s go.”
“We probably need to get Al too.”
“Fucking. Children.” She turned and stomped away.
And I followed like an obedient puppy, albeit shirtless. We were most certainly a sight as the neighbors quickly slammed their doors and their resounding locks clicked into place. She ignored them as she took the hall like her own personal runway. We’d just made it to the street when my head snapped to the side, my nose erupting on impact.
“Motherfucker,” Al grunted, grabbing Sienna’s hand and walking her towards her car, presently parked on the street. Neither of them said another word as they climbed inside andpulled away. I stood on the sidewalk like asenzatetto pazzo, watching them leave. I grabbed my phone and Lucky answered on the first ring.
“I need a ride.” I chose to ignore his laughter, as Bella shouted at him to hang up on me, and continued to stare out into the distance as if I could still somehow seeherspeeding away.
I’d been enamored by this woman all my youth. Sienna Agostino was whatever she needed to be to survive. She could fit into any group with a snap of her fingers and a sway of her hips. The gift of just a taste had turned into an addiction that was going to be the death of me. At the same time, my palms itched to feel her skin as I disjointed her neck and watched the life drain from her body.
On any given day, it was a battle to see which impulse would win out. And today was no different. I hated her as much as I needed her and vice versa. It was only a matter of time before one of us destroyed the other. Even knowing this, there was nothing either of us could do to stop it.
Chapter 11
SIENNA AGOSTINO
“Whose blood is that?” Al asked, climbing into my driver’s seat.
“Theirs.” I peeled a piece of the dried bodily fluid off my skin before rolling down my window to flick it away.
“What the hell were you thinking going there alone?” He smacked my steering wheel, his dramatics making me roll my eyes.
I adjusted Apollo’s shirt, much to Al’s angry glare, and quickly countered. “Whose blood isthat?”
“My own,” he deadpanned. “Motherfucker blacked out and totaled the car. They literally had to cut the door off to get me out. And do I even want to know why you’re wearing his shirt and what used to be your pants as a belt?”
“Semantics.” I brushed off his concern, ordering him to take me to my apartment.
“Nope. Mario wants you home,” he muttered before singing his taunt. “Somebody’s in trouble.”
I punched him in the arm, ignoring his stupid chuckle as he drove me towards the compound. I’d kept some of the truth from my family. I could’ve kept it all to myself and just done what Iwanted. But after my abduction, my need for self-preservation had kicked up a notch.
“Office. Now,” my father clipped the moment I walked through the front door.
“I’m really tired,” I said, flopping into the chair while suddenly all too aware of my limited attire. “Uncle Rick?” I dropped my feet to the floor and leaned forward with the shock. My Uncle Rick—my dad’s best friend—hadn’t been around in a few years.
“Hey, princess.” He’d aged. A lot. And not in a handsome way, like my father.
Uncle Rick had always been around at the holidays, birthdays, and all that jazz. Then when he found a new, much-younger wife, he sort of disappeared. Speculation at best, I knew something else had gone on between him and my father. Neither would admit it, but I had a feeling it had to do with my father never taking a right hand. The king never wanted a usurper.
Uncle Rick patted my shoulder before exiting the room, and I turned to face my father’s wrath. “Sienna, do you have a death wish?” His voice was deflated, and suddenly I realized how old he’d gotten too. This life—his children—were taking an insurmountable toll on him.
