Page 264 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

ELEVEN

Jason beat the sole of his shoe against the hallway floor with more force than was necessary to get his point across. Siena shot the enforcer a glare over her shoulder, but he only cocked an eyebrow back at her in silent response. He didn’t move as she flipped through the keys on the ring to find the right one for her apartment door.

Asshole.

Apparently, she was taking too much time unlocking her door. The same way she took too much time to get into a car, or cross the goddamn street. Or getting to and from places. Even eating in front of a window took too much time.

Anything.

She just took too much time lately.

According to Jason, anyway.

Siena knew what the issue really was. Nobody in the Calabrese family felt safe ever since their attack on the Marcellos the week before. And rightfully so, likely. Siena only heard about the attack because the shooting was on the news, and the anchors had named names regarding the victims involved.

She wasn’t exactly sure John would appreciate his father and him being called victims and then criminals in the same goddamn sentence. Just the victim portrayal would be enough to piss him off.

Nonetheless, no one in the Calabrese family felt very safe at the moment. They were back to violence and bloodshed by Darren’s command, and yet, the Marcellos had yet to respond to this latest attack.

Everybody was on edge.

What would they do?

Who would it be?

How?

When?

Siena was often shuffled from place to place before she could even sit down and think about where she currently was. She might spend a half of a day in one place to work, and then be moved to another place before she could even finish.

She wasn’t allowed to stay out very long in public, and heaven forbid she stop on the side of the street. Her enforcer was closer than ever, including driving her all over the place because she couldn’t even use her car.

It was stifling.

Suffocating.

She was dying.

Finally, Siena got her door unlocked, and pushed it open. Turning as she entered the place, she gave Jason a wave and said, “See, there, all safe. Bye.”

The guy opened his mouth.

Siena closed the door in his face.

It wasn’t like the guy would run to Darren and tell on her for misbehaving, or anything. Darren was too caught up in his own bullshit to care very much about Siena at the moment. It was a blessing in disguise, really.

Opening up her door not long after she closed it, she peeked down the hallway to find that Jason was just closing his apartment door. The slam echoed.

Siena smiled.

Quietly, she shut her door again, and headed through her small apartment. Another benefit of Darren being caught up in Kev’s murder, and trying to plan for the next attack from the Marcellos was that he had yet to move Siena from her place. Shit, maybe he even forgot that it had been him who was so outspoken about letting her move back.

Who knew?

Who cared?

Not her.