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It made sense that it had taken a toll.

The Sienna I’d first met had been close to her family, inseparable from Kai—her best friend, who was far too good-looking for his own good—and naturally social. She’d been surrounded by people, laughter, noise. Life.

Now, there was only her.

Without another word, I stood up and went to the stove to make myself another plate. Then I sat down across from her and started eating.

She sat frozen, watching me as if she couldn’t quite understand what I was doing. I held her cognac-colored gaze while I scooped eggs and potatoes onto my fork.

“Eat, Sienna. We have places to be.”

Her lips curved into the smallest smile.

And I knew I was fucked.

Because at that moment, there was nothing I wouldn’t do to see that soft, simple smile on her face again.

The most dangerous enforcer, my ass, I thought to myself, groaning inwardly. If my enemies could see me now, they’d think I was a wimp. The worst part was that I was. At least when it came to this woman.

SIENNA

Tyran Callahan might be my jailor and a scary mobster, but somehow he still managed to be nice to me in sort of an annoying, self-absorbed, asshole way. He’d always been like that with me, and maybe it was exactly that which I found so attractive about him.

Well, that, the mind-blowing way he kissed me, and his extremely hot body.

I chewed on my lip, admiring his bare chest and the tattoos I’d never seen before, because I’d never seen him half naked. A Celtic cross with an inner circle representing strength and faith was the single tattoo on his back, stretching from his shoulders down his spine. On his hard chest there was a tattoo of a trinity knot that stared back at me, making me want to trace it with my tongue.

Jesus, it was too early for all this, but suddenly I felt up to it because last night I’d slept better than I’d slept in a very long time.

I swallowed, eating the first homemade breakfast I’d had in five years, all the while smiling dreamily while picturing my tongue on every inch of Tyran’s skin.

He would definitely let me touch him now.

Ironic, really, that we’d gotten to this place after I’d wronged him and he refused to consider me before I betrayed him. It seemed all kinds of backward to me.

But then I remembered that we were in this spot because he wanted to ensure I wouldn’t testify against him.

Yeah, that was somewhat of a deflator.

“Do you want more?” Tyran asked.

His dark hair was a disheveled mess and his chiseled face was covered in stubble, telling me he hadn’t shaved last night nor this morning, and I wondered how it would feel to have him between my thighs.

“Sienna,” he prompted again, frustration in his voice clearly evident. He probably hated babying me when he really wanted to punish me.

I glanced down at my plate, surprised it was empty. “No, thank you. It was delicious.”

He stood up and I sighed, gulping at the sight of his gray sweatpants. They hung low on his hips and I finally understood exactly what the fuss about men in sweatpants was all about.

I swallowed, getting a very good visual of how big he was. It made my thighs clench with desire.

Jesus Christ, did I wake up horny or what?

One day around this man and I was drooling, right back to being that college girl giggling and begging to be kissed, touched, and fucked. But only by this man.

He took my dish and went to the sink to rinse it off and put it in the dishwasher, slamming its door a bit too hard.

“Give me five minutes to get dressed and then we’ll head over to the church,” he said, glancing over his shoulder.