Sienna The estate is as beautiful as my own back home, but I decide not to dwell on pleasantries right now. I have an ally to face, and I hope to God he will still keep true to his promise. He’s expecting me, this I know by the Bratva warriors leading Serena and me inside, but I can’t help this uneasy feeling gripping my heart. I’ve never met this man before, but I have heard of his infamy. This family has suffered betrayal, but then again, don’t all mafia families? A warrior opens the door leading to his study, and as soon as I lay my eyes on the old Pakhan, I know that my accord with his still stands. He gets up from his office chair and walks around to greet me, his clouded blue eyes twinkling with curiosity. “Sienna,” Aleks Kuznetsov says with a smile, gripping my shoulder with his hands. “You are as lovely as ever. How have you been?” I offer him a smile. “Thank you, Aleks, I’ve been as well as can be expected, I suppose,” I say as he leads us over to his desk. “I suppose yo
Sienna Ever since my encounter with Arman, I have felt somewhat empowered. This is why I’m currently walking to Nico’s place by myself and with no weapon. This man used to be as close to me as my own brother, so why am I allowing jealousy to break us apart? After three knocks, he opens the front door and looks surprised to see me. “Sienna? To what do I owe the pleasure?” He says, stepping aside to let me enter. I shrug. “I decided to come to speak with you about something important, with no weapon or entourage,” I say and watch as his eyes widen at my words. “Okay? But I don’t understand why you think you would need a weapon to face me. We’re family, aren’t we?” He asks, leading me into his living room. I nod, then take a seat opposite him on the leather couch. “We are family, yes. We’re supposed to be closer than we are, but lately, it seems as if you would rather have me out of the equation.” I say, watching him and gauging his reaction to my words. Nico blinks, then lets ou
SiennaI get up, and Christian crosses the distance between us, taking me roughly into his arms and surprising me with a kiss. I don’t think I’ll get used to his kisses; they leave me breathless and wanting more.“Hmm, hello beautiful,” he purrs, placing light kisses on my neck that sends shivers up my spine.“You’re… you’re leaving?” I say while trying to catch my breath, feeling his day-old stubble scraping against my skin and letting out an involuntary groan.He chuckles, then looks at me. “Yes, unfortunately. My aunt has called for me, and the way she spoke made it sound like I might be gone for a while.”I don’t know why, but when he says this, my heart plummets. “You think? How come?” I ask.Christian lets out a sigh and gives me a wan smile. “I can’t speak about it; family business.” He says, looking disappoint
SiennaChristian pulls me into his arms after our passionate tryst and sighs. “I hope I’ve measured up to your expectations.” He says.I chuckle at this, cuddling closer to him. “I think you’ve more than measured up, Christian. I’ll be lucky if I walk tomorrow after you still weren’t satisfied after the second time around.”Three times. We went at it three times, and truth be told, I felt exhausted right now. But there were people downstairs, and they were waiting on us.“I’m not going to apologise. Besides, my back will attest to you needing it as badly as I did; how will I walk without a shirt now?” He says.God, and I just had my nails done too.I shake my head and sit up. “We need to go downstairs, but since we stink of sex, we should probably shower first. And before you even think of it, you’re doing it in your own bedroom; I don’t trus
Sienna Days like these make me question my role as a leader. Alcohol never helps anyone when they’re angry or sad, but I am in the mood to wallow right now. I never give in to my anger or self-pity like this; I always stand tall and tough it out for the good of my family. So what the fuck is wrong with me right now? Nico was drunk and obviously spewing his own hate and displeasure; I probably should not have reacted to what he said. These Italian bosses are always calling me a whore, saying I slept my way to where I am right now when it couldn’t be further from the truth. I don’t want to give up; I don’t want to give in to the people threatening my family. I need to be strong for them… but what about me? Who will put my pieces back together when I’m falling apart? I take another swig of my glass then hear a door opening behind me. It’s probably Serena or, even worse, Christian. “Please, leave me be for tonight,” I say with my back to them, but I still hear them approach. “Hey,
Sienna Out of all things, I never expected this to happen; Arman Kuznetsov’s wife has offered us safe passage out of Italy and to their home in New York. Surely he can’t be happy about it, but I have Daniella and Donato to think about right now. Especially after what happened a few hours ago. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on or continue to leave me in the dark?” Christian says, breaking me out of my reverie. After the phone call with Nadia Kuznetsova, I’ve been quiet and haven’t told him a damned thing. I know that he’ll be utterly livid with me, but as I have said, the children need to be kept safe. I sigh and beckon him over to my hospital bed; luckily, I only got away with three broken ribs, but I should be fine. Taking his hand in mine, I look up at him and give him a tight smile. “You won’t be happy with my decision,” I say and shake my head. “Please trust me when I say that it’s the best option for me right now.” Christian frowns. “What do you mean?” “I’m going
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
Sienna I followed Nadia and realized that I was actually starving. God, the last time I ate something was while I told Serena and Bamba all the sordid details of my tryst with Christian, and that was probably more than 24 hours ago. “The men will be out for a while; would you like something to eat or drink at least?” She asks me when we enter the kitchen, and I nod. “I wouldn’t mind a glass of wine, but I’m not too sure about eating with ribs broken on both sides. I can barely breathe as it is,” I say, leveling my breathing. Nadia chuckles. “I’m pretty sure the both of us laughing while drunk would be hurting your ribs a lot more than a little food. We’ll have both; plus, the alcohol would numb the pain, eventually.” She says. Stifling a laugh, I nod, and she leads me over to the kitchen island while removing a plate from the warmer. “Where are Serena and the children?” I ask, trying to strain my ears but hearing nothing in this vast house. “Everyone else is in bed and has eate