Page 241 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

“I don’t think you need me there, son,” his father replied on the other end of the call.

“Maybe not, but I want you there. It helps, you know.”

“What does?”

“When I have someone to keep me in line.”

Lucian cleared his throat. “And that’s me, is it?”

“Sometimes Andino. Leonard suggested I be more open to you, though.”

“I do like Leonard.”

John rolled his eyes upward. “Not news, Papa.”

“I will be at the warehouse. Say in what, an hour?”

“Or two. I have to grab the fucker first.”

“I thought you already did that.”

“I got distracted.”

John’s gaze drifted to Siena’s sleeping form, but he didn’t mention to his father where he was. He didn’t want anyone concerning themselves about his choices, or what he was doing on the personal side of his life. They kept telling him to have patience, but things were not always so simple for him.

Especially not Siena.

Siena was not simple at all.

“I will see you in a while, John,” his father said.

“All right. Thanks.”

Hanging up the phone, John gave Siena his attention again. He had been up for a good hour—compliments of his internal clock that didn’t know how to let him sleep in. Not that he could afford to do that today, anyway. He’d taken a quick shower, pulled on his clothes from the day before, and swallowed down his meds before calling his father.

He only had a few more minutes before he needed to leave. Soon, Siena’s enforcer would be probably getting up, and making his way over to check in on her. She let John know the guy’s usual schedule for her in the mornings.

Running his fingers over Siena’s naked shoulder, his gaze traveled to her nightstand. He’d left a burner phone for her there, and a hastily written note.

It wasn’t much.

He would never leave her without an explanation, now.

He promised.

Keep the phone out of sight. I’ll only call early in the morning. I had some business to do early, and didn’t want to wake you up. I’ll call tomorrow. Love you. –J

Duty called.

John gave Siena one more look, and then he was gone.

John backed his Mercedes through the opened bay doors of the warehouse. Darkness cloaked his vehicle, and as soon as the front of his car was entirely inside, the bay doors began to close. John only got out of his car once the doors had closed completely.

He found his father standing by the switch used to open and close the bay doors. Lucian said nothing as John moved to the back of the Mercedes, and popped open the trunk.

Still unconscious, the enforcer John had picked up shortly after he left Siena’s place was bleeding like a gutted pig all over the damn trunk. That was going to need to be cleaned, for fuck’s sake. There was nothing he hated more than bloodstains.

“Fucking mess,” John muttered.