SiennaIt’s late evening, and Dante’s scent teases me when I amble into our shared walk-in closet; a shiver shoots up my spine, causing goosebumps to pucker all over my skin. As much as I hated to admit it, Dante still had the same effect on me as he did back when we lived in New York.Slipping on a silk camisole and shorts, I sigh as everything hits me at the same time, and I leave the walk-in and head straight to sit back on the bed.I thought that my feelings for him had died; I thought that I had replaced him with Christian, but the truth is that Christian was simply a scab forming over an old wound in my heart. And once that scab fell off, what would have been left of me? What would have been left of Christian?Those scars on Dante’s back sort of brought me down to earth, and I remembered that he wasn’t just this monster who kidnapped me. He went through literal hell at the hands of Allessio Speranzini, and somehow I still blamed him for almost killing me.I blamed him for doing

SiennaI feel like an idiot. Not only does Dante not truly want me, but I’m a product of an affair my mother had years ago. A mafia bastard; not a true Vincenzo, and the fact alone makes me hate myself even more.No wonder my mother never cared for my father’s infidelities; she had been unfaithful right at the start of her marriage. Did my father know about it? No, if he did, then I would have been killed a long time ago along with my mother.I sigh and sit up in bed; it’s been three weeks, and Dante hasn’t been back into this room. After he told me about everything, he took it upon himself to turn into a ghost, and we haven’t seen one another since.Dario told me that the day Dante ‘kidnapped’ me, there was a sniper stationed at the cemetery, but they took care of him before he could fire his rifle. All this time, I thought he came for me because he wanted me, or he still loved me when in fact, I’m simply here for my own safety. But even so, why am I here? Why try to keep me safe if

Sienna“Come back to me, mia regina. I need you,” I can hear Dante’s voice as if my head is being held underwater, but where I am feels safer, so I don’t try to bridge the surface. It’s warm here; there’s no constant thoughts or overwhelming feelings… there’s nothing. I haven’t felt ‘nothing’ in ages, and right now, I am content.“I’m so sorry,” Dante’s voice comes again and forces me to pay attention to him. “You saw the scared side of me trying to forget about you through using women. I shouldn’t have fought what I felt for you, I should have been open about everything from the start. This is my fault; yet again, you end up close to death because of me.”I try to frown, but my face feels stiff; in fact, everything feels stiff right now. Does Dante still love me? That fact alone should make me happy, but I think that I am past feeling anything for anyone. He crushed me when I walked into his office and shattered my heart like those plates I dropped.Will we ever get past this, thoug

Matteo Dragonetti - 21 Years Old I watch her get out of the armored limousine and know immediately that she’s my target. Dressed in white and looking as radiant as any blushing bride should look on their wedding day. The only problem is that her last name is Cerulli, and she owes my family a blood debt. Things would have been fine if my father didn’t complete my Dragonetti Blood Training two years ago, then I didn’t have to step up to the plate. But then I had to become Capo at nineteen when they attempted to assassinate my mother. There would have been no blood feud or vendetta, but they decided to touch someone as innocent as Sienna Dragonetti, and now they will all pay the fucking price. “The blushing bride,” my cousin, Lukas, comments when he sees her. “She’ll regret being a Cerulli after today.” “Hmm,” I comment, checking my weapons once again. We’ve planned this ambush for weeks and know exactly which families are inside and which are our allies. “After today, not only will s