MasukSienna He stares at me for a long time. I don’t know if he’s contemplating what he should say, or just thinking about how much he hates me, or what the hell he was thinking when he married me, or whatever goes on in that mentality of his.“Sienna,” he says my name again. This time, at least, he doesn’t call me Taylor. “What did you do?” he asks the question, but we both know it’s more of a statement than a question, because he knows what I did. He knows who I went to see.“I asked Aliyana for help.”“What kind of help?” he inquires, leaning against the wall.My gosh, when did he become so hot? Well, he was always hot, but now I just see something so dangerous about him. It brings out something in me, something I thought was dead. Fuck, fuck, fuck.“I actually don’t know what I asked her for, but Marco and I are going to have a conversation about it tomorrow, just before we go. And then we can decide what we want to do.”He frowns at me. “What
Sienna I keep thinking he’ll change, but he won’t. He doesn’t look at me like I mean something, like I matter to him. He just doesn’t.I want him to want me. I’m his wife. Why won’t he want me?The thought of it makes me angry, but the reality of it is the words we don’t say. It’s created a wall so high non of us can climb over. Yet every time we stand five feet apart I wonder. How does a man who has spent his life-saving people get over the fact that his wife was born from the bloodshed of those innocents?I never admitted who I am, who I was. I always thought it was easier to ignore it—to ignore my past, where I came from, what happened. But these days, when I look at him, when I’m around him, I can’t.I cannot ignore it anymore.I observe him have a conversation with his brother as I’ve done these last weeks. There’s no lightness in his eyes. You’d think that after all the years of faking emotion, you’d become so
Killer Hours– she’s barely left my sight for three of them and I’m already looking for exit points, WEAPONS, anything I can use to make a bomb. Call me a fuck tard but she makes my head pain, my ball sack heavy and something deadly in me come alive. My pocket vibrates and I slide my device out of it. Michael’s name flashes on the screen. “You have an issue or is it another curtsy?” “I found Zasha down by a diner next to a mart store near New Orleans. Figured you’d wanna know before you hit the Dead zone. You guys decide where you headed? Ma said Kaleb’s in a fuss. Was thinking arranging something more stable for the little man once I’m done with this merger.” “Nothing more stable than with his MA. Unless you with ours. We’ll head out soon, but I need you to do something for me. Can you set up a call with someone for me?” “Sure. Send me the deets. Hear from Kylie? She’s back home barely a week and I hear sh
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Sienna Confrontation usually requires elevated emotions by at least one party disagreeing with the other. “I didn’t agree to it; you presumed I would agree, and as you have proven these last seven weeks, have no idea what I would do and proceeded to make your own choice. Without consulting me again.” I know, my hand is on my hip, my eyes are prickly and my pointy little finger is doing the wiggly again. But for fuck’s sake, why can’t the goddamn man communicate. You swear we are living in an ice age.“You sure you don’t want my help?” Killer asks, putting the book down on the small table next to him. He has that ‘I don’t care enough but I can see you’re suffering’ stare, and gosh, do I want him to help. But not with this. If he helps now, then the entire ‘I can do it on my own speech’ was in vain. The lengthy two-and-a-half-hour argument was all for nothing. “You said find the Frankfurt’s, you said, ‘get you a new identity,’ and you said I should choose. I chose. Now, what’s the pr
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Sienna How could I not want this man?How does anyone not want him? He’s a living, walking dream, conjured up into a male specimen designed to feel nothing, but make you feel everything.He lifts my hand, palm up. I open it, but he turns my hand around, touching my index finger then my ring fing
Sienna After eating, and doing the dishes, Diamond, Wyatt and Snake go back to what they were doing. Dexter takes a seat next to me on the deck, and I don’t dispute his closeness.“It took me a while to come to terms with what you did. More so because of what happened between us. But I moved past
SiennaThe tension in the room thickens, and I know Kylie is right, I need to get Kaleb out of here. I also need to get as far away from my family as I can. It’s the only way to keep them safe. I imagined our meeting, in the vaulted parts of my mind.Believing the story told to me made my fantasy
Sienna“He needs food, not milk, I told you if you coddle him too much he’ll get fussy.” Kylie chastises Killer, but he ignores her, and turns around to go back to what he was looking at with Kaleb nestled in his arm. His tattoo’s are on display. The short white t-shirt he now wore, leaving not muc







