Giovanni"There are reasons people do things and you don't know anything about mine."These are the words that go around and around in my head as I watch Sienna look through the new clothes on the racks in one of the spare bedrooms.I had all the designer stuff taken away, well, most of it. She still needs some evening dresses. In their place, the racks are stuffed with more casual clothes, still good brands, but not the best designer labels money can buy."Better. Thank you," Sienna says, picking out every pink item and shoving each into my arms. "No pink though."I take the hangers, curious about this peculiarity, but she turns away, her attention back on the clothes."You're welcome." My phone buzzes. I drop the clothes she handed me on the bed and step out to take it. It's a file from Jack with more details on Sean Williams and I'm starting to figure out why Sienna accepted my offer. What some of those reasons are that she thinks I know nothing about.She's been leaving breadcrumb
SiennaI hate parties. I always have.I pretty much always feel awkward and can never figure out how people stand there and make small talk for hours.There are easily two-hundred people here. Men and women and enough perfume and hair spray to smother you.I notice how when Giovanni walks away, people seem to part to clear his path. The way they look at him, men and women both, I know everyone knows who he is. I wonder if he notices how watched he is. If he cares.As soon as he's gone, I find eyes turn to me. The men appear curious. The women, something else.I drink my vodka and try not to make eye contact with anyone as I walk along the perimeter of the room, looking for a bathroom or someplace to disappear into for the next ten minutes.When Axel walks inside, I'm at the far end and I don't think he sees me when he scans the room. He stands off to the side, his face impassive and closed. I'm guessing he'd like to make small talk with me about as much as I'd like to make it with him
GiovanniThe meeting that should have taken ten minutes takes almost two hours, and my attention is split.On top of that, there's the voicemail from my brother that I should never have listened to. My bastard brother is telling me to go to hell. Brandishing his victory.He should be more careful. He won a battle. I will win the fucking war.When I walked out to tell Sienna that Axel would take her home and found that man beside her, having almost cornered her, when I saw his hand on her, I lost my shit. All I saw was red.Rage.That idiot boy was touching her.And she looked scared shitless. Pale as a ghost. Eyes huge. And fucking terrified.The elevator seems to be crawling tonight as it climbs to the penthouse. I wonder if she's figured out that she can't leave it without a key yet. That's why I don't keep a man on her in the apartment.When the doors finally slide open, it's dark.I hit the switch and soft light bathes the large, open room."Sienna?" I call out, glancing around to
Giovanni"What are you doing, Sienna?""Making sure you get what you paid for." She slurs the words."Is it that bad?" I ask. "This secret?"Her hands stop their work and she looks deep into my eyes, searching them, then resumes, shifting her gaze downward as she succeeds in undoing the belt, the pants."You really want the waiter who's about two floors away to see you on your knees sucking my dick when he gets here?"Her eyes fly up to mine."Didn't think so," I say, redoing the fly of my pants, my belt.On cue, the elevator doors slide open and a waiter pushes a tray inside."Sir," he says, pretending not to see a drunk Sienna stumble her way to the couch."Thank you," I tell him and hand him a fifty-dollar-bill. "Don't worry about cleaning it up tonight.""Thank you, sir," he says and a moment later, he's gone.I go to the coffee machine and make her a mug of black coffee. When it's ready, I hand it to her.She takes it and I watch her drink a sip. When I set the plated club sandwi
SiennaGiovanni will not let this go. And he's going to find out. One way or another, he will find out.The man at that party, all those people watching us. They will be curious. They will ask around. Hell, all they need to do is ask that man.How many people saw those videos? How many others will recognize me?And what will I do when Giovanni finds out? How will I stand the way he'll look at me?I shake my head. I have to think about my options now because Sean Williams isn't the only threat.When we reach the shop, the driver pulls up along the curb and I get out. He climbs out too, but he doesn't follow me inside. Every time he's brought me, he just waits outside for me.I guess Giovanni's still not sure if I'll run or not and right now, I can't say that I won't.There's one thing I do need to do today, either way. I need to be prepared in case I need to leave in a hurry, and I need two things before I can do that.Deirdre is ringing someone up when I get inside. Her glance is worr
Giovanni"You're wearing out my patience."I step into the bedroom, note how the closet door is open, two shoe boxes having fallen over stopping it from shutting.She matches each of my steps in the opposite direction, keeping distance between us. She's flushed and out of breath and looks guilty as sin."Brian just lost his job.""I snuck out the back. It wasn't his fault."I walk toward the closet and she backs away to the foot of the bed. I open the door, look down at the toppled boxes."Actions have consequences. As does incompetence." I shove at a box. "What were you doing?""I needed something," she starts, her voice different, forced.I turn to look at her. "What did you need?" She looks guilty as sin.Her eyes search mine momentarily before she shifts her gaze to a point beyond my shoulder."A book.""You keep your books in the closet?"She wrings her hands.I step to her.She backs up again. "While I was here, I thought I'd get my yoga clothes.""Did I give you the impression
SiennaI don't know if I'm glad or upset that he's already gone when I get outside.I took longer than the three minutes he allotted me. Hell, it took me twice that to get up off the floor, to stop crying. And still, every few minutes, I suck in a breath and my entire body shudders.Axel—I guess Giovanni's making sure there aren't any more fuck-ups—glances at me indifferently in the rear-view mirror.Did he hear, I wonder?Does he know what just happened?Heat burns my face. I'm humiliated and hurt, and everything is falling apart.And Giovanni's too close. Too close to finding out everything. And being here, as much as I'm safest from Sean, if Giovanni finds out, I don't know what I'll do.When we get to the casino, I'm relieved that Axel just walks me to the elevator and barely looks at me as we ride up in awkward silence. Only once we're inside the penthouse does he speak."You'll stay here until Giovanni's back. The elevator will be locked. If you need something, you dial the lobb
SiennaIt's so quiet here, it's almost strange. If I stop to listen, it's a sound itself, that silence. And it somehow calms me. Makes things almost manageable when I concentrate on it and that's what I do. I sleep. I listen. I sleep.And the next day when I wake up, I leave another message for Deirdre telling her I don't feel well and it's not a lie. I tell her I won't be in for the next few days and just to close the shop and leave a note in the window.By the time I have a shower the next night, he's still not back.I lock the bathroom door and strip off my clothes then turn my back to the mirror and look at myself. Look at the damage.My butt and upper thighs are bruised, the welts of the belt distinct and tender to the touch. I don't know how many strokes he gave me. I stopped counting after ten.I switch on the shower and I don't know if I'm weak from hunger or just sadness. It's hard to even move, to get myself under the flow of water. All I want to do is sleep. I just want to