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“Tell him I am going to marry Siena. Tell him I love her, and nothing will change that. But I’m willing to give him something that will pay for this tenfold, if he’s willing to give me time. I’m asking for a week.”
“One week. And you think you can pay him tenfold? I’m not sure if money can cover the betrayal of a son.”
“The bratva is business, and the bratva comes before family. He’ll negotiate.”
Oleg shrugs. “If you say so. You know your father.”
“Tell him it involves the Bastone family and their holdings. I’m going to give him something better than an alliance.”
“One week. I think your father will give you that. But beyond a week?” He waves a hand in the air. “Nobody can say. Your father is not such an easy man to please.”
“I’m well aware.”
He downs his second vodka and nods to me. “I would stay here if I were you. Don’t go running. Don’t give us reason to chase.” He walks past me and I follow as he disappears out the front door. Bastard must’ve picked my locks and slipped in without me hearing. A chill crawls down my spine, but I was expecting something like that. I close the door and lock it again, even if the bolts are less than useless.
I knew the second I took Siena from The Velvet Rope, my father would find out and he’d send someone to talk—at least, I hoped it would be to talk. There was no guarantee my father wouldn’t have simply sent the death squads without any sort of conversation first. But I have a feeling my mother convinced him not to take the rashest action possible.
A creak on the stairs. I put my gun down on a side table and look over as Siena steps toward me. She frowns, touching her bandaged cheek. “I heard you talking,” she says, and her voice fills me with an incredible desire, one I’m not sure I can stifle for long. “What are you going to do to my family?”
“I’m not sure you want to know.”
“You can’t hurt my brothers.”
I shake my head. “No, I won’t hurt them. I need their help.”
“And my father?”
I step toward her and pull her down off the last step. I grip her ass and slap it hard. She gasps, her hands on my chest.
“We’re going to kill your father,” I whisper in her ear. I pull her hair, make her gasp, and shove her against the wall as my fingers slip down her panties. She’s dripping wet, and her hips writhe as my fingers find her clit.
“How? Why? When?”
I turn her around and yank her panties down. She gasps as I spank her hard and shove her forward. I pin her uninjured cheek against the cold wall and slip my cock against her soaking pussy. She moans as I pull her hair hard and I slide deep inside.
I let out a low growl of pleasure. She’s so fucking tight and incredible and warm. My Siena. My virgin girl. She takes every inch of my cock and all the pain I can provide and begs for me. She’s insatiable, just like me.
I fuck her from behind. I slap her ass hard, harder. I want to leave marks. I want to leave her bruised. I pull her hair and make her moan as I take her rough in the stairwell.
“I’m going to cut your father’s throat and steal everything he owns,” I whisper in her ear. “I’m going to make him pay for what he did to you. Do you hear me, Siena? Your father’s going to bleed for what he did.”
She screams out in ecstasy as I roll my fingers along her clit. Her pussy clenches down and she comes, and I roar my pleasure as I fill her from behind. We orgasm together in the shadows, the specter of death floating above and between us, but all I can feel is her racing heart and her lips against mine as she kisses me over her shoulder and my hands tease her breasts and her stiff nipples.
My cock pulses inside of her, and when this is over, the whole city will bleed and bow at our feet.
Chapter29
Siena
It’s a hot afternoon and the midday sun hangs heavy in the sky above the lake. I shift closer to Maxim and he puts his hand on my thigh. I lean on his shoulder, grimacing slightly as my stitches pull, and settle into a comfortable position with his arm across my shoulder.
The water shimmers and shifts in the slight breeze as White Rock Lake drifts in the lazy sunlight. Boats float in the distance and families out for a relaxing afternoon stroll chatter on a nearby trail.
It’s calm and idyllic. It’s the exact opposite of what my life’s been like up to this point, but in Maxim’s arms, I can almost believe it’s real.
“I wish we could stay here forever like this,” I murmur as I bask in the comfort of Maxim’s body against mine.
“We can, if you want.”
