Page 52 of Disgrace

Out of the corner of her eye, Siena saw the enforcer approaching the car.

“What?” she asked him. “Jesus, we only got here a few minutes ago.”

“We have to go,” the guy said, offering no room for argument, “right now.”

“But—”

“Now, Siena. Your brothers’ homes are burning to the fucking ground. We don’t have time to argue. Leave the Lexus here—someone will come get it later. I’ve been ordered to deliver the girls to their aunt, and take you to your mother’s place.”

Siena straightened in the driver’s seat. She heard everything that the enforcer said, but only one thing really stood out the most. “Both of their homes?”

“Guess so.”

“Burning?”

“Looks like it,” the man uttered.

Well, fuck.

Where was she supposed to live, then? Oh, was Siena supposed to care that the Marcellos finally attacked back at her brothers after what they did to them?

Because she didn’t.

• • •

Siena stood on the side of the street, and watched as workers began the process of cleaning away the mess left behind from the fire at Kev’s brownstone. Two days after the blaze, and the smoldering and smoking bits had finally been completely extinguished.

The heat hadn’t helped.

Neither had the lack of rain.

Large dumpsters had been brought in to contain the rubble and ashes covering the space between two other brownstones. It would take them a couple weeks to clean up, or so they said, and then once the investigation was finished on the fire, Kev could rebuild if he wanted.

Siena didn’t know if that was her brother’s plan, or not.

At least the fire department had been able to save the homes connected to Kev’s. They contained the blaze enough that very little damage had been done to the main walls connecting the other brownstones, and the supports needed to rebuild.

The firefighters had made it their main focus to save the other buildings once they realized the fire was containable to the one brownstone.

Kev’s place, however, was gone entirely.

Nothing but a pile left behind.

The workers placed a large tarp along the bit of charred grass, and then began dressing in their safety gear. Apparently, they would place anything they found in the rubble on the tarp for Kev to look over. Anything that might have made it through the blaze.

By the looks of it, nothing did.

All of it was gone.

A few feet away, Kev and Darren hissed between one another. As usual, their conversation was not quiet enough to keep their words just between them. They still didn’t know the meaning of fucking privacy.

Not that she was surprised.

“Look at it,” Kev snarled.

“Well, there’s not really much to look at, Kev,” Darren replied.

“Oh, you got fucking jokes today, huh?”