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“What? I probably clicked something by mistake, I’ll switch it back.” No wonder no one has been commenting or liking my photos.
“Are you still snitching on your husband to the don, Sienna?”
“A little. The last time Ajello called me, I told him some nonsense about the fridge being broken and, before that, I said that Drago is buying another truck. I need to check in again next week, so I have to come up with other trivial stuff that I can give him.”
“Drago’s people are not talking about business when you’re around?”
“Oh, they do. I’m just not letting Ajello know any of the sensitive info.”
“And does your husband know that?”
“No.”
“You need to tell him, Sienna.”
“Why would I do that? I don’t give a fuck what he thinks of me.”
Silent seconds stretch before Asya finally replies, “Because you’re in love with your husband.”
“What?” I burst out laughing. “I’m not in love with him. Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I know you, Sienna. And I know how your mind works. Youarein love with Drago, but you’d rather keep lying to yourself than admit it.”
My body tenses. A sense of foreboding washes over me, starting in the pit of my stomach and then spreading through the rest of my system until I fear it’s going to swallow me whole. “No,” I choke out.
“He’s not going to die, Sienna.”
I bury my face into the pillow to stifle a whimper. She doesn’t understand.
“What happened to our parents was never your fault. Neither is what happened to me. You need to stop believing that everyone close to you will end up dead or hurt, sweetie.”
“I need to go,” I mumble into the pillow. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Sienna, please—”
I end the call, turn on silent mode, and slide the phone under the pillow.
It’s almost time for dinner, but I don’t think I can handle food now. Or people. After getting up from the bed, I take my pajamas and underwear and head into the small attached bathroom. I stay in the shower until the water goes from hot to freezing cold. Then, I climb back into bed, but instead of sleeping, I end up staring at the blank wall.
I’ve probably been staring at it for an hour when I hear the door being opened. I squeeze my eyes shut and listen. A few seconds pass in complete silence before the click of it being closed reaches my ears. He didn’t come in. Why does that make me want to cry?
The mattress dips beneath me, and whatever breath was left within me gets lodged in my chest. Held captive like my suddenly still heart. The blanket slides off my body slowly, inch by tiny inch until it’s off completely. A touch lands on my hip, right where my top has ridden up. It’s so light, no more than the tip of a finger. I can barely feel it as it moves over the skin of my stomach, tracing a line just above the waistband of my pajama bottoms.
“You never asked me how I knew you can understand Serbian,” Drago’s deep voice fills the stillness in the room.
I tense but keep my mouth and eyes shut. There’s no point in replying since the lights are off. His other hand comes to my waist, fingers hooking onto the band as he slowly slides the pajama pants down my legs.
“You are exceptionally good at pretending,mila moya. But you slipped up during dinner a while back.”
His fingers are stroking the skin on my thighs as he pulls the panties down. A small moan escapes me, so I quickly bite my lower lip, trying to suppress the next. I know he knows I’m awake, but I keep up the guise nevertheless.
“I have to give it to Ajello, choosing you for the job was a magnificent move. If it was anyone else, I would have seen through the deception much earlier. But I was blinded by the innocent, sunny girl with wide smiles and ridiculous outfits, one who came into every room or situation in a whirlwind of color and joy.” The panties are off and Drago strokes a path up my legs, higher and higher, until he reaches my pussy. “Was it out of obligation to Cosa Nostra? Or did you simply want to royally fuck up my life, just for the thrill of it?”
His finger starts sliding inside me as his thumb presses onto my clit, circling it.
“I guess it doesn’t matter anymore. But know one thing, my beautiful, glittery spy. The choices you make bear consequences. Feel free to keep shooting at me. And I’ll keep being mad at you for lying to me. It doesn’t change things.”
I suck in a breath as he adds another finger, stretching me. My eyes are still closed but I can feel his presence over me, and then his breath between my legs. I take hold of the headboard as tremors rack my body. The slight trembles at his earliest touch have turned bone-shaking as if I’m burning up with fever.
