登入MarcelloThe air down in the basement holding cells was cold, damp, and heavy with the metallic tang of rust and ancient blood.For two years, this room had existed in my mind as an abstract promise—an altar of retribution where I would finally settle the debt owed for my younger brother's blood. Now, standing in the center of the concrete floor, watching Dave Cortez bound to a steel chair in the middle of the room, the cold beast living inside my chest finally stirred.The legs of the chair slammed hard against the floor with a deafening crack. Dave was thrashing like a rabid animal, his chest heaving violently, sweat pouring down his forehead and stinging his bloodshot eyes.The thick leather straps bound around his arms, torso, and ankles were military-grade, anchored into the frame of the chair. The harder he pulled, the deeper the coarse material bit into his flesh, leaving raw, red welts against his pale skin. He was gasping for air, his erratic movements proving just how com
SiennaI watched the fragile remains of Dave Cortez’s mind shatter into dust. The harsh overhead spotlights glinted off the sweat dripping down his neck, highlighting the wild, bloodshot terror in his eyes. He thrashed against the leather restraints binding his wrists and ankles to the chair, his breathing ragged and shallow like a cornered animal realizing the exit had been sealed in concrete.“What the fuck are you doing here, Sienna? And what are you doing with him?”The delusional audacity of his voice echoing off the walls made my blood boil. Even now—bound, helpless, stripped of his expensive designer suits, and at the mercy of the most dangerous mafia Don in the city—his toxic, entitled possessiveness flared to life. He looked at me not with remorse, not with guilt for the years he spent manipulating me, gaslighting my reality, and stealing my safety, but with the sick rage of a man who believed I was still his to demand answers from. He looked between Marcello and I, his j
SiennaEvery motion was fluid, and calculated, a seamless fusion of grace and raw strength. I swept around the pole, letting my hips trace broad, liquid arcs through the air, keeping my center light and grounded just as Rox had drilled into my head minutes ago. But even with every precaution, even with my legs and shoulders absorbing the brunt of the energy, the tender tissue of my healing abdominal incision began to protest. A dull burn ignited beneath my silk waistband, a fiery reminder of the bullet that had nearly stolen my life on that bloody gala floor. I smoothly unhooked my leg, letting gravity catch me as I dropped into a sweeping spin down the length of the pole. The floor came up fast, but my feet touched the polished wood with delicate precision.The heavy bass in the track began to decay, winding down into a drawn-out, haunting tremor that echoed off the walls. The sudden shift in tempo was my cue. I killed my movement, coming to a dead halt in the center of the spotl
SiennaMy heart was hammering a wild rhythm against my ribs, but for the first time in months, it wasn't out of terror or panic. It was pure adrenaline surging through my veins.I looked over at Roxy, who was standing near the edge of the backstage opening. She took a quiet step back toward me, adjusting her posture and running a critical eye over my body to make sure my outfit was perfectly positioned to support my waist."Remember, try not to use your abdomen. Use your legs and hips to suffice for the movements your abdomen would have done beautifully."Her red hair was tucked neatly behind her ears, her dark brows drawn together in an intense grimace that nearly made me smile despite the suffocating gravity of the room. She looked out through the tiny crack in the heavy velvet curtain, eyeing the bound man sitting strapped into the steel chair. The disgust on her face was practically tangible, a visceral reaction to seeing the predatory monster who had spent three long years mani
MarcelloThe air down here was thick with tension, smelling of expensive leather, polished steel, and the faint, underlying trace of fear that always accompanied an impending execution."Signore, sono allacciati e pronti." Dante's voice sounded from the phone and I looked at Sienna one more time.She was standing beneath the soft halogen spotlights of the dressing area, looking like a vision carved from gold and dark defiance. She wore a custom performance outfit that clung to every curve of her body, revealing the pale expanse of her skin while carefully concealing the faint, pink line of her healing scar beneath a structured, silk waistband."Sarò fuori tra poco.”I disconnected the call and turned my attention back to Sienna, who Rebel was helping to get ready.Rebel was standing behind her, adjusting the final leather strap around Sienna’s thigh with quiet precision. The contrast between the two women was striking—Rebel, covered in sharp tattoos and possessing an edge honed by y
MarcelloWhen I came home, the house was empty. There was no sign of Sienna or her most recent shadow Roxy anywhere.The quiet house felt hollow, lacking the vibrant, electric energy that usually filled every room whenever she was around. An irrational flare of anxiety spiked in my gut—an instinct from the days I spent watching her fight for her life in that hospital room, terrified that another shadow from the Spanish syndicate would reach out and touch what was mine. I marched out onto the rear terrace, my jaw clenched so hard my teeth ached, signaling the chief of security over with a tilt of my chin.The guards had said, Sienna was craving ice cream so they went out to buy it.I stared at the guard like he had spoken to me in a foreign language. Ice cream? She had stepped out of the heavily guarded estate, just to satisfy a sudden sugar craving?She would've just called me and I would have bought ten, hell twenty tubs of the best ice cream I could find.I shook my head, gritting
Sienna The world didn't just stop; it fractured.The mask hit the stage floor with a hollow thud that echoed louder than the bone-rattling bass. Under the harsh, blood-red spotlights, the "Healer" looked up.It was a face I had kissed every morning for three years. The same jawline I’d traced whil
Sienna “I’m telling you, Dave is acting strange.”I rolled my eyes at Roxy for the umpteenth time.“Dave isn't acting strange Rox, you don't know him well enough to say that.” I capped my mascara, and picked up my lip liner.“I have a strong feeling he's cheating on you.” Tina's calm voice filtere
Sienna “I can’t do this.”The words came out smaller than I intended. Pathetic, almost.Like all the confidence I had been running on tonight had finally expired and left me stranded backstage in six-inch heels and a dress that could barely qualify as fabric.The crowd outside erupted again, impat
Sienna The cold of the alleyway fueled the fire roaring in my chest. I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth, erasing the last trace of the girl who had spent three years playing house with a monster.“Im in,” my voice sounded like gravel. “I’ll do it.”Roxy’s eyes lit up, a triumphant spark d







