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“Luna and I planned to go out that night, but she canceled at the last moment. Asya was never into hanging out in bars, but I convinced her to come with me since Luna couldn’t. She didn’t want to go, but I kept pressing until she caved. We snuck out.” She closes her eyes and continues. “Met a guy there. He was funny and made us laugh a lot. When I told Asya we should head home, she said she’d like to stay a while longer.”
Sienna’s eyes open as more tears stream down her cheeks. I brush them away, but they just keep on coming.
“I had pilates the following morning, you see, so I left my sister alone with a man she didn’t know and went home. I climbed into my bed, under the warm covers, and went to sleep while my sister was raped on the cold snow outside of that bar. She suffered while I overslept. I never even went to the damn class.”
Her lower lip trembles as she speaks, and her hands shake. I want to tell her that she can stop, that she doesn’t have to say anything more if it’s hurting her so much. Watching my sunny, sparkling wife break apart in front of my eyes is like a knife through the chest. But I keep silent, knowing she needs to let it all out.
“For months, we didn’t know if Asya was alive or dead. Arturo couldn’t find her. The whole of Cosa Nostra searched for her, without result. I spent weeks sitting on the porch, hoping she would miraculously come through the gate, until one day, I realized she probably never will.”
Sienna takes a deep breath. “I went up to her room, took the sleeping pills the doctor had prescribed me, and climbed into Asya’s bed. I just wanted to sleep.”
“Jesus, baby.” I lean forward and place a kiss on her forehead. The longing to hold her to me and envelop her with all my might is overwhelming, but I wouldn’t be able to see her as she speaks. “How many did you take?”
“Whatever was left in the bottle. Arturo found me and rushed me to the ER.”
I wrap my arms around Sienna and crush her to my chest, holding her tightly. It doesn’t feel like enough. I move my hand to her hair and tuck her face into the crook of my neck.
“Promise me,” I choke out.
Sienna mumbles something into my neck, a “what” most likely.
“Promise me you’ll never do anything like that again.”
Her palm travels up my chest and neck and stops at my jaw. She sits up on my stomach and grips my chin in her fingers as she leans forward.
“I promise. But I want one in return.”
“All right.”
“You won’t get yourself killed, Drago.” She squeezes my chin. “Please.”
I move a strand of hair off her face and trace the shape of her lips with the tip of my finger. As I do, it dawns on me that she’s purposefully facing me with her mouth in line with my eyes. “Why? Just a while ago you told me you don’t like me.”
Her lips widen into a smile under my touch. “You have exceptional taste in women’s shoes.”
“Are you ever going to stop this charade, Sienna? You can just tell me the truth. It won’t be the end of the world.”
“What truth?” She laughs.
“That you’re in love with me.”
The smile vanishes off her face, and her body goes still. “You’re delusional.”
“No, I don’t think I am.”
She lets go of my face and leans away, getting ready to run.
Not happening. I wrap my arm around her and roll us, pinning her on the bed with my body.
“Let me go!” she snaps.
I move my hand along her hip, between her legs, and press my fingers onto her pussy. Sienna’s eyes flare.
“I realized something recently,” I say as I slowly circle her clit, applying a bit more pressure with every stroke. “It really turns me on when you’re angry.”
She pins me with a murderous stare. I move my finger between her folds and slide it inside her heat.
“Do you want to know why?” I ask as I add another finger. “Because I know that’s the real you,mila moya.”
