"Exactly. And Giuseppe's been seen with Ricci's lieutenant twice this week. They're preparing for something bigger."
A cold knot tightened in my gut. Giuseppe and Ricci working together meant eliminating both Romano and Moretti leadership. With Sienna carrying a child that would unite both bloodlines, we'd become the primary obstacle.
"Increase security at all distribution points," I ordered. "And arrange a public appearance—lunch at Vincenzo's tomorrow."
"Ricci's going to take that as weakness."
"Let him." I turned back to the monitors. "That will be all."
He left, closing the door softly.
The soft sound of bare feet on hardwood broke my concentration.
"You should be sleeping," I said.
"So should you." Sienna's voice was husky with exhaustion. "What are you doing?"
"Working."
She moved into view, dressed in one of my black t-shirts. Her hair was tousled, eyes heavy with sleep. She looked softer like this. Dangerous in an entirely different way.
"This early?"
"Crime doesn't keep business hours."
She huffed a soft laugh. "Very philosophical."
I finally turned to face her fully, and the sight of her wearing my clothes, with my child growing inside her—it hit me like a physical blow.
"Why are you awake?" I asked, voice rougher than intended.
"I woke up alone." She said it simply, without accusation. "After..."
After everything between us. After I'd knelt before her like she was something sacred.
"I had work to do."
"You're running again."
"I don't run."
"Not physically, no." She stepped closer. "But you left me in that bed the moment it felt real."
"Nothing's changed, Sienna."
"Everything's changed." Another step. "You felt it too. Tonight, when you put your hand here." She pressed her palm to her stomach. "When you promised to protect our child."
Our child. The words sent a shock wave through me.
She was close enough now that I could smell my soap on her skin, see the pulse at her throat.
"This isn't wise," I said, barely above a whisper.
"Since when is anything about us wise?" Her eyes held mine. "You want me. I want you."
I reached out, brushing hair from her face. She leaned into the touch.
Then I kissed her.
