Crouching beside him, I keep eye contact and savor his dying breaths until the final one rattles from his chest.
The cabin goes quiet, and I become aware of the burning pain where the asshole cut me.
“We need to move,” Nico says to get my attention.
Rising to my full height, I order, “Burn the yacht.”
“Bring the gasoline,” I hear Hugo call out to Nathan from where he’s standing by the doorway.
Making my way off the yacht, I’m hit with fresh cool air coming from the ocean. Nathan returns with two canisters, passing me as he boards the vessel.
Nico joins me on the pier, lighting a cigarette while Hugo and Nathan douse the cabin and deck with gasoline. When they set it all on fire, my eyes track my men until they’re safely on the pier, then I watch as seven years go up in smoke.
As the sound of sirens begins to carry faintly over the water, it all feels a little anticlimactic now that it’s over.
“Cops are coming,” Nico says, gesturing for Hugo and Nathan to head back to the SUV.
“It’s done,” I murmur before turning away from the flames devouring the yacht.
Now it’s time to claim Sienna once and for all.
“Once I have Sienna settled in my penthouse, we’ll deal with the Albanians,” I tell Nico.
“No rest for the wicked,” he sighs.
After Alfio unlocks the door, I enter Sienna’s apartment. Seeing the alarm is off, I begin to frown, but then I notice Sienna sitting on the baywindow seat.
I wonder why she’s sitting in the dark but I don’t say anything as I walk to one of the couches. Taking a seat and leaning back, I let out a sigh while staring at her.
I’ve given her more than three months since we last spoke. Not by choice, but because I was busy.
Turning her head to me, she asks, “Is my time up?”
Not bothering to talk, I nod.
Dismantling the Irish mob and slowly eliminating them all kept me going the past seven years, and now that it’s over, I feel weird. It’s as if all the tension has been bottling up, and now that I’ve killed the Mooney brothers, I don’t know how to decompress.
Sienna looks at me for a while, then getting up, she walks toward the wall.
“Don’t switch on the lights,” I whisper, sounding as exhausted as I feel.
Pausing in the middle of the living room, she asks, “Did something happen?”
“I killed the Mooney brothers.”
I hear her gasp, but she doesn’t comment on it.
Getting up, I take hold of her hand and pull her to the bedroom.
“What are you doing?” she asks, apprehension lacing her words.
“Relax. I just want to sleep, princess.” I sit down on the side of the bed nearest to the door and take off my boots. “Lie down.”
“This is not a good idea,” she says, her voice soft as if she doesn’t want to disturb the darkness.
“I don’t care.” I remove my gun and place it on the bedside table before lying down and patting the space beside me. “Now, Sienna.”
I hear her exhaling a huff as she moves around the bed, and when she carries out the order, I turn onto my side and take hold of her. Pulling her close, I engulf her with my body and bury my face in the crook of her neck. I take a deep breath of her calming scent, shuddering from finally being close to her again.
