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She whipped around, already standing over a sink with water running in her hands. It looked like she’d already splashed herself in the face once.
“Why are you reacting this way?” I asked.
“You killed him,” she said, brows raising in confusion. “How else would you expect me to react?”
For most people, death wasn’t a common daily occurrence, I supposed.
The sight of her rattled had something inside my chest tightening, and I stepped forward. I didn’t offer comfort. It wasn’t something I knew how to do or enjoyed doing. But Sienna neededsomething.
“Are you…upset?”
She scoffed and shook her head, splashing her face with water again. “Not at all.”
I exhaled deeply. “Then what’s wrong?”
“It was a long chapter of my life I never thought I’d close,” she admitted, turning to face me fully. She leaned onto the marble countertop of the sink and drew in a long breath. “I thought I’d have to do it myself if I ever wanted to get past this.”
An immediate jolt of lust shot through me as I considered her going into that diner and doing what I had. She deserved to be the one to take his life, but I wouldn’t have let her put herself in that position. She’d been through enough with that asshole.
She surprised me as she moved forward. Her chest pressed into mine as her breaths came in deep pants.
“Thank you, Dante,” she said before rising on her toes and leaving a long, lingering kiss on my lips.
I grabbed her waist and pulled her into my chest, deepening the kiss. I ran my tongue over her bottom lip, and she gasped, allowing me entry as I took two steps forward and pressed her into the countertop.
“I want to know what you did to him,” she admitted, pulling away slightly. I tightened my grip on her hips. “I just—I need to know.”
“Stellina, that’s not something you want to know.”
“Did you make him suffer?” she asked, her eyes hardening.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
She never failed to surprise me. I should have known she wouldn’t have freaked out when I told her the truth. I’d seen her take in everything I showed her without complaint. She’d seen me kill a man, and she knew that I’d tortured another.
Now she knew I’d killed her abusive ex.
She didn’t back down. Not even once.
I lifted her hips onto the countertop effortlessly. “Are we still doing a question for a question?” she asked against my lips.
I made a sound of affirmation as I swiftly lifted her shirt over her head.
“Did you kill my ex because of your mother?” I froze and narrowed my eyes. “Why were you so angry when you learned someone hurt me? Is that whyyounever hurt me?”
There was so much more to that question than she realized.
I’d never told another person about the promise I’d made to my mother on her deathbed, and I never planned to. But staringinto Sienna’s eyes, I found the words tumbling from my mouth without thought. “I made her a promise that I wouldn’t be like my father. That I wouldn’t hurt people who couldn’t protect themselves,” I told her. “For some reason, she loved my father despite what he spent years doing to her. But I saw the bruises. I saw the flowers he’d bring home the next day. He’d saved her from a much worse situation with a man who reminded me a lot of Diaz and thought he deserved her because of it.”
She sucked in a breath as my hand moved between her thighs.
“I don’t hurt women and children—not when it can be helped. She made me promise that I wouldn’t be like the other men in this business, so I’m not.”
“That’s honorable.”
I didn’t particularly care what it was. It was a promise, and she was no longer here to see it through, so I had to.
