Act 8 : Hanging Pawns - Chapter 4

Sienna

Somewhere in the background, I can hear my cell phone ringing, and Marla picks it up and smashes it against the tile floor. “Incessant thing,” she grumbles.

“Why are you doing this?” I ask while looking straight into Christian’s tearful pained eyes. It’s almost as if his body is being forced to do something that his mind is unwilling to do. Right now, he’s nothing but a puppet for Marla to use, and she’s the one pulling the strings.

Come to think of it, she’s been the one pulling the strings this entire time.

She places a hand on her hips. “Hmm, let me see. Well, for one, I can’t stand you. I mean, why did the great Dante Dragonetti choose a timid lamb like you when he could have had a queen like me at his side?” She says, then rolls her eyes. “And now my incompetent nephew seems to have fallen for you as well; I just don’t get your charm.”

I raise my eyebrow at this. “All of this is because of Dante?”

“Partially. I crave nothing but power, and now with Allessio and you out of