Christ, I’m tired.
I’ve been busy the past week, and it’s not helping that Augusto is starting a fucking war with the Yakuza.
My phone rings, and it draws a sigh from me as I pull it out of my pocket. Seeing Ciro’s name, I accept the call. “Yes.”
“Sienna moved into an apartment in Manhattan,” he reports. “Alfio says she’s going to live on her own.”
What the fuck?
“Send me the address,” I bark before ending the call. A few seconds later, the message from Ciro comes through.
Getting up, I stalk out of the office, and when I leave the warehouse, where men are getting shipments of weapons ready so they can be sent to South America, Nico jogs to catch up with me.
“Where are we going?”
I show him the address, then say, “Sienna moved into her own place.”
Up until now, I didn’t have to worry much about her. I knew she was safe living with her parents.
But on her own, she’ll be an easy target.
We climb into the SUV, and during the drive, my temper threatens to spiral out of control. I hate that I have no fucking say in her life.
That stops today.
By the time Nico parks near the address, I’m too fucking upset to take in what the building looks like. I meet Ciro and Alfio in the courtyard.
When Ciro points to the second floor, I take the stairs up with Alfio right behind me. Reaching the apartment, I order, “Open.”
With me being the head of all the families, he has no choice but to carry out the command.
I watch with a world of fucking impatience as Sienna’s guard unlocks the door, and I memorize the code he enters into the alarm’s keypad.
As I step inside, I’m met with silence. I glance around the living room that’s bathed in a warm yellow light. Smelling Sienna’s scent, I inhale a lungful while I walk toward the hallway.
Hearing the soft pitter-patter of rain, I turn right, and when I enter a bedroom, I see Sienna sitting on the floor. She has her legs folded and her palms resting on her knees. Her eyes are closed, and she’s taking deep breaths.
As I stare at her, a calmness washes over me, and my headache’s potency lessens.
I drink in the sight of her light brown hair that’s piled on top of her head and held in place with a clip. Wisps frame her beautiful face.
Suddenly, her eyes pop open and go wide as saucers when she sees me.
“How did you get into my apartment?” she gasps while climbing to her feet.
I close the distance between us, and when I press a kiss to her forehead, I pause to take a deep breath of her.
Jesus, I needed this.
Slowly, I brush my lips over her skin until I’m close to her ear. “Did you really think you’d be able to keep me out?”
Jerking away from me, she levels me with a scowl. “You can’t just let yourself in.”
“I can do anything I want, princess.” Tilting my head, I capture her eyes. “You should know that by now.”
Her scowl darkens, and she hurries past me. “You have to leave. I don’t want you here.”
Not listening, I glance around her bedroom. The cream and pink bedding fit Sienna.
