AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“. . . what is possibly another gang-related execution. The victim, Wesley Powells, was found by a neighbor. According to the eyewitness, Mr. Powells was nailed to a wall with spikes thrust through his hands. A sign of a cross was carved into his chest. Police, however, have not provided a further statement at this time.”
“Dear God,” I mumble as a shudder passes through me. Their priest must do much more than give spiritual guidance. “You need to be seriously disturbed to do that to a person.”
Keva grabs the remote off the counter and quickly turns off the TV.
“I didn’t notice you there,” she says and resumes mixing whatever she had in the bowl. “I left those sandwiches for you.”
“I kind of lost my appetite.”
“You won’t be leaving my kitchen until you’ve had your breakfast, Sienna.”
I sigh and pick up the smallest sandwich off the plate. Her nickname definitely suits her.
“Why are you still in your pajamas?” she asks.
My mouth is full, but I mumble, “They’re not pajamas.”
Keva’s eyes slide down my body, over my matching set of turquoise silk pants and a blouse with big fuchsia flowers on it. “Are you sure?”
“Yup.”
She laughs, sounding like a mischievous squirrel. “Drago is going to love it.”
“I was thinking the same thing.” I grin.
I leave the kitchen and hurry across the dining room and entry hall. My yellow jacket is hanging on the wall next to several dozen other coats. I slip it on, smile at the scowling dude standing by the door, and head out of the house.
Drago is standing by a car parked on the driveway, speaking with the two guys I met by the front door earlier. They see me coming, give a head nod, then get inside the car and drive off. Well, a nod is better than nothing.
“I’m not sure that outfit is a good choice,” Drago says, looking me over.
“Oh? Why?”
“You’ll scare my dogs.”
I stiffen. “I’m not interested in seeing your dogs.”
“You don’t like dogs?”
I meet his piercing gaze and smile while bile rises up my throat. “I hate dogs.”
“Too bad. You’re meeting them, anyway.” He takes my hand and leads me across the lawn.
“I don’t want to see your damn dogs!” I try to pull away as we walk around the house. “Drago!”
He stops and takes my chin between his fingers. “They’re guard dogs, Sienna, but they don’t know you or your scent. You need to meet them so they can take a sniff and see that you’re with me. You don’t have to be scared.”
“I’m not,” I choke out.
“No? You seem pretty terrified to me.” His thumb brushes the side of my chin and stops at the corner of my lips. “Nothing will happen while you’re with me,mila.”
I close my eyes, enjoying his touch. His other hand is still holding mine, and I’m overwhelmed and so damn tempted. I’m trying hard not to lift onto my toes and kiss his hard mouth. We didn’t kiss at city hall before we signed the marriage certificate. How would it feel to have his lips on mine?
Loud barking erupts on the other side of the back lawn. I open my eyes and look behind Drago. An iron fence divides the area, and beyond it, three rottweilers are jumping around, barking in our direction. They look excited, chasing each other and rearing back on their hind legs to brace their front paws on the barrier.
“Let’s go say hi.” Drago’s hand falls away from my face.
While we slowly approach the fence, he keeps squeezing my hand lightly, as if to assure me that everything is going to be okay.
