Act 4: En passant - Chapter 2

Sienna

We’ve just set foot in New York, and I’m already at odds with Arman and Nadia Kuznetsov. Perhaps coming here was a mistake; maybe I should have gone with Christian instead of entering a lion’s den where everyone here would rather see me dead.

I’m not in the mood for arguments or arrogant mafia leaders who think they know you. I’ve struggled hard to get where I am, unlike some who get the mantle handed to them. I paid my dues. I’ve killed, I’ve faced off traitors, and tortured them with my bare hands.

I’ve done all of that, and yet I still feel powerless.

“Sienna, calm down. This is not the time or the place,” Serena tells me as I glare at Nadia’s back when she leaves.

I turn to look at Serena. “I know that, and even though we found out things about Allessio, I am starting to regret coming here after only being here for less than an hour.” Then I sit back and breathe out a sigh, wincing at the pain in my side.

“This is fucked up, Serena. Brainwashed soldiers? What is Alles