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I was angry and frustrated and empty. But more than anything, I was heartbroken.
Being with Tristan was all I’d ever wanted since I was just a young naïve girl, lusting after a man she thought she could never have.
But that was the problem—I’d had him. For a single moment, I’d had everything I’d ever wanted. I knew what he tasted like, how good he felt pressed up against me. How it felt when he moved inside me.
“Sia?” Bella called out and I sat up, waiting for her to come bounding into my room.
Ever since what happened, she’d been fiercely protective of me, visiting daily. Some nights she even stayed with me. It was nice, but it was starting to get a little suffocating.
“Hey,” I said as she poked her head inside.
“How are you feeling?”
“Same as I did when you called this morning.” A faint smile traced my lips.
“Is that your way of saying I’m fussing?”
“You know you are. But I love you for it.”
“Damn right you do. Anyway, I’m not here to stay, I’m here to take you out.”
“W-what? No!”
I didn’t want to go out.
“Don’t look so worried. Jay is downstairs. He’s taking me to visit Tristan. Mom made him a batch of cornetti and I offered to deliver them. You should come.”
“Oh, I don’t think so.” Panic flooded me. “He probably doesn’t want visitors, he just got out of the hospital.”
“He’s been home two days, Sia, and according to Caitlin who told Matt, he’s going out of his mind. I’m sure he’d like to see you.”
I very much doubted that.
But I couldn’t exactly tell her anything.
Bella’s brow furrowed. “Sia, what aren’t you telling me?”
“What? Nothing. I just don’t think Tristan will want the two of us bothering him.”
She chuckled. “We’re not the annoying girls we were back then, babe. It’s just a nice gesture. Nora and Caitlin were there practically all day yesterday and he didn’t kick them out.” She shrugged as if it was nothing.
I guess to her, it wasn’t.
Tristan was as good as family. And our family looked after its own.
“You go, I don’t feel like—”
“Alessia, you’re coming. I won’t take no for an answer. Besides, you need to get out of the house for a bit. I know you’re scared—”
“I’m not.
At least, I wasn’t scared because of what had happened.
I wasn’t an idiot. I knew my brother and cousins had taken care of the men who took us. They hadn’t said it, not in so many words, but I knew.
You didn’t cross the Marchetti and live to tell the tale. And I was the boss’s sister, his blood. Those men had signed their death certificate the second they jumped out of that van and opened fire on us.
But no, I didn’t care about any of that.
