As she climbs out, I say, “If I want something, I’ll take it, princess.” Her eyes flit to mine as I continue, “And nothing will stand in my way.”
She slams the door shut, and I watch as she hurries into the lobby.
“Are you really going to force her?” Nico asks while he watches me in the rearview mirror.
“Yes. Eventually”
I’ll do anything I have to do to make Sienna mine.
The instant she’s out of my sight, the darkness takes over every inch of me. It’s accompanied by intense frustration and anger because the stubborn woman is pushing me to my limits.
My phone begins to ring as Nico steers the SUV away from the curb. Pulling it out of my pocket, I glance at the screen, and seeing Enzo’s name, I quickly accept the call. “Are you with Gianna?”
“Yes,” my brother and second-in-charge replies. “She’s just shaken up. Riccardo looks like shit, but the doctors say he’ll make a full recovery. He needs to stay here a few days, then we’ll send them back to New York with the private jet.”
“And Augusto?” I ask as my eyes continuously scan our surroundings while we drive through the Upper East Side.
“He wants to find the men responsible and kill them,” Enzo answers. “So that’s what we’re doing. Rosie is searching for them now.”
“Just watch your backs. You’re on the Yakuza’s turf, which gives them the upper hand.”
“Don’t worry about me. You have enough on your plate that side.”
“Keep me updated,” I order before I end the call.
Silence falls heavily in the SUV until Nico asks, “Where to?”
Needing to be alone, I irritably grumble, “Home.”
When my phone begins to ring again, I let out an aggravated growl and rip the device out of my pocket. Seeing it’s Dad. I close my eyes and take a deep breath before answering, “Yes, Dad?”
“Have you talked to Enzo or Gianna?”
“I’ve just spoken with Enzo. He’s with Gianna and has everything under control.”
Dad exhales an audible breath of relief. “Good. While I have you, what’s this I hear about you beating up Will?”
Jesus fucking Christ.
My temper flares dangerously high, and I can’t keep the aggression out of my tone. “He deserved worse.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s a piece of shit that doesn’t do anything for his family,” I snap angrily. “You can all be glad he’s still breathing.”
“I’m not fighting you. Calm down.”
Calming down is the last thing I’m able to do right now. “I have to go.”
“Put the phone on speaker.” Frowning, I do as he asks. “Why?”
“Nico,” Dad says to get my guard’s attention.
“Yes, Sir?”
“Bring Christiano to me.”
The call ends before I can argue, and it takes a lot not to crush the fucking device in my fist.
