Act 4: En passant - Chapter 3

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