Sienna “You two spoke? That’s good news, at least!” Serena says when I tell her what happened. I’ve been out for another 12 hours or so, so I’ve missed out on a lot yet again. We’ve all had breakfast, and now we’re walking around the property with two of Araman’s men tagging us - so much fun. “I suppose so; I mean, I didn’t know her before and judged her harshly. The least I could do was give her the benefit of the doubt, especially since she was the first to extend an olive branch.” I say, pulling my coat against my body. Serena sees this reaction and stops. “Perhaps we should go inside, hmmm? The cold cannot be good for those ribs, and you need to rest.” She says, then calls the children back to go inside. They listen and run over but obviously with a lot of pouting involved. We watch as they run ahead, then Serena turns to me. “Where do we go from here, Sienna? What part do we play in all of this? We’re here in a stranger’s home while our men are across the sea; what plan do
Sienna I stumble towards the bedroom and sit down gingerly on the bed while holding my pounding head in my hands. How the hell am I going to speak to them after this? Christian has news, possible news that could help us, and now I have to think over my words carefully. Damnit, I need something for this headache. I haven’t had one this bad since I lived in Chicago, and back then, Mama always fed me with morphine and told me to forget. My mind goes back to Arman’s words of him wanting me as his queen, but I cannot recall what the hell he means by that. I’ve never met him before in my life, so what exactly does he mean by this? I know I’ve had lapses in my memory after a car crash when I was 16 years old, but surely I would have remembered him if he had played such a vital role in my life before? Ugh, I shouldn’t dwell on this too much; it’s not important right now. When Serena returns with the children, I speak to her about what Christian said to me. We sit on the bed opposite on
Christian Twelve years ago I swore that I would never set foot in New York again, and now I’ve just broken my own vow. Sienna is here, and she needs me. My Queen admitted that she needed my help; this is the only reason I would ever go against something I vowed not to do. Just looking over the shitty skyline brings back memories I would much rather like to forget. Memories of her. I shake my head and lean back in my seat; we should be arriving in the next few minutes or so. To say that I am not hurt by everything would be a bald-faced lie. Knowing that Dante Dragonetti is still alive will tear Sienna from my arms. Yes, I am well aware of how selfish that sounds; however, I do not care. I’ve waited long enough, and now that she’s mine, I have no intention of letting her slip through my fingers. “Échoume ftásei, afentikó,” my pilot tells me we’ve arrived, and I strap in for the descent as another pounding headache has me in its grips. I frown when I see Serena coming to meet me
Christian Serena leads me inside, and I immediately spot her raven curls as she sits in the living room. Her head whips towards the sound of our footfalls, and when she sees me, her eyes widen. My eyes do not register anyone else in the room, just Daniella, who looks as if her world is crumbling down. “Christian!” she wails, and, like a bullet, she shoots toward me. I lean down and open my arms to scoop her up, listening to her little sobs as I hold her close. “Mamma, she left… she….” “Shhhh, Principessa, it’s okay. I’m here,” I say as I stroke her hair. “She will be back soon, don’t worry.” I look over at Serena, and she nods, leading me to the bedroom they all supposedly share. All I can do now is wait and comfort Sienna’s precious child; as I have said before, I have no clout in the States anymore. We walk towards the bed, and I sit down with her on my lap, removing a handkerchief from my pocket and handing it to her. She wipes her tears and looks up at me with eyes the same
Sienna I blink, trying to take in my surroundings, but I cannot seem to focus my eyesight. Everything hurts; right on top of the broken ribs and bruises, I can now add this concussion to my list of pain. Fuck, what happened? Why am I tied to a chair, and where am I? The last thing I remember was calling Christian and telling him to come to New York and turning to walk back inside the mansion… “Awake, Principessa?” Those two words alone, and my soul feels like it has left my body. Seated in a chair opposite me is Dante with a Beretta in one hand and a knife in another. I look up and peer into his eyes, noting the coldness there. This man hasn’t looked at me with such disgust since our wedding night, and now it seems the old il Drago has returned. “How are you still alive after all this time?” I croak out, my throat dry and fighting against every inch of my body screaming out in pain. This question seems to confuse him, and he leans forward, not breaking eye contact. “Why do you
Christian It just gets better and better - not only was my Sienna taken from under Kuznetsov’s nose, but a traitor is still lurking on the grounds. They’ve found remnants of the camera footage being tampered with within the timeframe someone had planted the bombs and Sienna’s kidnapping. The tampered parts showed Contessa on the opposite side of the building when someone took Sienna. In other words, Contessa is most certainly not working alone, and she is not the only family traitor. I can’t just sit here and do nothing; I need to keep myself busy or do some digging of my own. Serena was confident that Dante had taken Sienna, and this might be the case after all with what I have found out. But if Dante is the one who took her, then she’s in a lot more danger than we thought. She might be dead for all we know. Sighing, I pull out my cell phone to make a few calls to certain connections long thought dead. I can’t call my aunt for help right now since she’s in deep with Allessio and
Sienna As I come to again, I hear incoherent mumbling behind me. My head feels worse than before, and a bout of nausea sweeps over my body. This concussion is getting worse; one more hit to the head like that and it will cause permanent damage. I need to move; I need to get out of here and get back to my family. Allessio doesn’t know Dante has me here, so he must not want me dead yet. So why the hell did Dante bring me here of all places? I groan and open my eyes, trying to focus on my legs at least. My entire body is screaming out in pain, and tying my hands behind my back while I have broken ribs is causing my breathing to get ragged. “Dante… please… I can’t… I can’t breathe….” I choke out against the pain while trying to get the attention of my psycho, dead husband, but I continue to hear his mumbling and pacing. I don’t think I’m going to survive this; if anything, I think he is close to losing it. “DANTE!” “Shut the fuck up!” He exclaims, shooting at my feet again. “Your fu
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Matteo Dragonetti - 21 Years Old I watch her get out of the armored limousine and know immediately that she’s my target. Dressed in white and looking as radiant as any blushing bride should look on their wedding day. The only problem is that her last name is Cerulli, and she owes my family a blood debt. Things would have been fine if my father didn’t complete my Dragonetti Blood Training two years ago, then I didn’t have to step up to the plate. But then I had to become Capo at nineteen when they attempted to assassinate my mother. There would have been no blood feud or vendetta, but they decided to touch someone as innocent as Sienna Dragonetti, and now they will all pay the fucking price. “The blushing bride,” my cousin, Lukas, comments when he sees her. “She’ll regret being a Cerulli after today.” “Hmm,” I comment, checking my weapons once again. We’ve planned this ambush for weeks and know exactly which families are inside and which are our allies. “After today, not only will s
Sienna - 5 Years LaterWhoever said that a second chance at a first-time love was impossible was lying through their teeth. Whoever said that a 20% chance of falling pregnant was a pipe dream hasn’t seen my three-year-old son running through my garden on the original Dragonetti Estate.Of course, giving birth nearly killed me again, so we eventually had my womb removed. This means that I cannot have any more children at all, so my protectiveness over Matteo has increased tenfold. He’s Dante’s only heir, the only child I can give him after Daniella, so he needs to be protected at all costs.These last few years have been anything but easy. We recently came to an agreement with my half-brother about my supposed claim to his birthright. He understands now that I have zero interest in the throne and that no one will come to claim it; he and Dante even came to an amiable accord.Nico and Dario have branched out into different parts of Italy and now rule as Capos in their own right. Dante s
Sienna“Come back to me, mia regina. I need you,” I can hear Dante’s voice as if my head is being held underwater, but where I am feels safer, so I don’t try to bridge the surface. It’s warm here; there’s no constant thoughts or overwhelming feelings… there’s nothing. I haven’t felt ‘nothing’ in ages, and right now, I am content.“I’m so sorry,” Dante’s voice comes again and forces me to pay attention to him. “You saw the scared side of me trying to forget about you through using women. I shouldn’t have fought what I felt for you, I should have been open about everything from the start. This is my fault; yet again, you end up close to death because of me.”I try to frown, but my face feels stiff; in fact, everything feels stiff right now. Does Dante still love me? That fact alone should make me happy, but I think that I am past feeling anything for anyone. He crushed me when I walked into his office and shattered my heart like those plates I dropped.Will we ever get past this, thoug
Dante“Find her!” Fuck, fuck fuck! What just happened? It’s well after nine; why the fuck was Sienna not in bed? I pace the floor and drag my hands through my hair in frustration; there’s no way she could have gotten far, not with the men after her.A few seconds later, I hear the gate to the villa crashing open, and when I rush out to see what the fuck is happening, I see an SUV speeding away. Dario comes running towards me, with a concerned look on his face, and he hands me his cell phone.“She took my SUV,” he says, and I can see the little blip that is Sienna rushing to what I assume to be her cottage off the coast. I hand my little brother his cellphone back and give him a nod of thanks before deciding to follow Sienna.Why did she even run out like that? I thought we were through, I thought this is what she wanted! So why did she look so fucking shattered when she saw what I was doing with another woman?“Fuck, Sienna,” I growl while looking at the GPS and seeing Dario’s SUV co
SiennaI feel like an idiot. Not only does Dante not truly want me, but I’m a product of an affair my mother had years ago. A mafia bastard; not a true Vincenzo, and the fact alone makes me hate myself even more.No wonder my mother never cared for my father’s infidelities; she had been unfaithful right at the start of her marriage. Did my father know about it? No, if he did, then I would have been killed a long time ago along with my mother.I sigh and sit up in bed; it’s been three weeks, and Dante hasn’t been back into this room. After he told me about everything, he took it upon himself to turn into a ghost, and we haven’t seen one another since.Dario told me that the day Dante ‘kidnapped’ me, there was a sniper stationed at the cemetery, but they took care of him before he could fire his rifle. All this time, I thought he came for me because he wanted me, or he still loved me when in fact, I’m simply here for my own safety. But even so, why am I here? Why try to keep me safe if
DanteThat wasn’t supposed to happen; that wasn’t supposed to fucking happen!I slam my fist against the tiled shower wall and let out a frustrated growl when I see blood against the ruined tiles. How did we go from arguing to fucking? There was nothing intimate about what we just did, nothing at all, just a raw, primal need for me to claim what’s mine.But Sienna is not mine, not anymore. She’s only here because of the hit on her life, anyway. But then a-fucking-gain, why do I even care that she has a hit out on her? She wanted to be stupid and step back onto Italian soil, so she should face the consequences.Fuck, I need to get out of here for a few days to clear my head.I’m about to turn the taps and get out when I feel Sienna’s arms wrap around my waist. She’s naked against my body, and I can feel every dip and curve of her against me. I breathe out a sigh, then she kisses the scars on my back, and I lean my head back.“What are you doing, Sienna?” I ask, fighting the comfortabl
SiennaIt’s late evening, and Dante’s scent teases me when I amble into our shared walk-in closet; a shiver shoots up my spine, causing goosebumps to pucker all over my skin. As much as I hated to admit it, Dante still had the same effect on me as he did back when we lived in New York.Slipping on a silk camisole and shorts, I sigh as everything hits me at the same time, and I leave the walk-in and head straight to sit back on the bed.I thought that my feelings for him had died; I thought that I had replaced him with Christian, but the truth is that Christian was simply a scab forming over an old wound in my heart. And once that scab fell off, what would have been left of me? What would have been left of Christian?Those scars on Dante’s back sort of brought me down to earth, and I remembered that he wasn’t just this monster who kidnapped me. He went through literal hell at the hands of Allessio Speranzini, and somehow I still blamed him for almost killing me.I blamed him for doing
DanteI knew that getting Sienna back here would cause her to push back, but I didn’t expect her to be this fucking stubborn. The look of disgust in her eyes when she looks at me bothers me a fuck ton, but I can’t force her to love me again.She’ll see that being here is in her best interest. I finish up in the shower, dry off and walk across the bedroom to my closet, but I can feel her eyes on me. When I turn my head to face her, she quickly looks away. I can’t help but grin at her reaction because even though we’ve been apart for over twelve years, I still know Sienna.After throwing on a pair of boxers, I head to the bed, and her eyes widen when she sees me. She sits up in bed with a horrified expression on her face and a trembling hand over her mouth.“Wh…what happened to you?” she stutters as her eyes take in the long thick, jagged welts all over my torso. “Speranzini’s favorite toy was a barbed whip,” I say as I get in bed and turn off the light on the nightstand. “Staring at
SiennaI sit on the once familiar bed and draw my knees closer to my chest. Never in a million years did I think that I would feel this hopeless again; trapped in my own home by my husband like some prisoner. That Sienna died a long time ago, and now she seems to have returned.Dante hasn’t been back since he brought me here, and I didn’t hear him lock the door, but I am still too apprehensive to leave this bedroom. There are a lot of memories here, some that are threatening to choke me with their traces of Daniella, but I push them down. Hopefully, I don’t snap soon.A movement at the bedroom door gets my attention, and I jump up, fully expecting Dante to come back after what happened this afternoon. What I didn’t expect was Sylvana and Serena to be standing at my door with Sylvana holding a tray of food.“Seems like deja vu, just flipped around,” I say, recalling that I did the same to them when they were taken by Dario and Nico.They’re both wearing sheepish smiles as they approac