Page 251 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

Or, he thought so.

He expected people to wait on him—his men, sister, mother, and even his brother. It’s what he had seen his father expect from everyone around them for his whole life, and Siena really didn’t expect Kev to be any different in the grand scheme of things.

He was spoiled.

He was demanding.

He was excessive.

Siena was already at the other side of the dining room and picking up a paper plate to begin filling it with food by the time Kev sat back down in his chair. Not food she would eat, but something she could pick at until the action really got started.

Kev sat his plate of food down in front of him, and laughed at something Darren said beside him in the next chair. He picked up the screwdriver—his favorite drink, as everyone should know—like he expected it to be sitting right where it was … as he was the boss.

Everybody always catered to the boss.

Siena watched Kev down half the drink in one go. He ate a bit—finished the drink off right after. He didn’t make it through a quarter of the way through his plate before he started foaming at the mouth.

Fuck.

Siena had been right.

It was a horrible way to die.

The hospital bustled with movement and people. In the corner, Siena found her mother sobbing as Darren tried to console Coraline.

It was pointless.

She couldn’t be consoled. One of her prized things were gone.

Kev was dead.

“Are you listening to me, ma’am?”

Siena turned her attention back to the cop taking her statement. She had tossed the small bag the pill had been in on their drive to the hospital—the enforcer had been too busy barking to someone on the phone to notice her getting rid of evidence.

The cop had already swabbed her hands—and everyone else’s, too. Not that any of them were very pleased about that. No one in their business particularly liked to be involved with cops in anyway, but it was difficult to refuse police when something like murder came into play.

Her fingers had never touched the pill, or the items used to mix the glass. She wasn’t the least bit worried about being found out.

Everyone was either too confused, or too scared to realize she had been the one to set the glass in front of Kev just a few hours earlier.

“Ma’am?”

“I’m listening,” Siena said.

“And then what happened after the song?” the cop asked.

“I got my plate ready like everyone else was doing.”

“You didn’t see anyone approaching your brother, or leaving something for him?”

“I saw him talking to my other brother. My mother brought him a plate.”

“Think harder.”

“There was no one,” Siena said.

Her eyes were dry—no tears to be seen. She tried to conjure up some kind of emotional response to make this cop think she was in a state over Kev’s death, but it was kind of pointless. She couldn’t do it.