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I didn’t allow risks to roam free.
And without knowing anything about her, I’d be a fool to let her go.
“I’m going to question her and figure it out. Get out of here and find me something useful,” I demanded. “There’s a list of shit that needs to be taken care of at the casino. See it all through.”
Marquis glanced at the door with a lustful look, but he nodded and turned. “On it, boss.”
I stared at the contents of the purse for a long moment. I grabbed the ID and took in the details. Twenty-two years old, soon to be twenty-three. No notorious last name. Nothing that would set her apart from anyone.
I didn’t think she had a connection to Valentino Accardi, but I wouldn’t let her roam free without knowing for certain. I needed to keep the family businesses running smoothly without conflict, yet Valentino fucking Accardi had different ideas.
It was about time to counterstrike and take care of this, but first, I needed to make sure she wasn’t involved. I’d kill them all for challenging me, and for her sake, I hoped she wouldn’t join the casualty list.
But I’d do anything to protect what was mine and my family’s.
I thought back on the last time a genuine threat had been posed to my family, and my lips pulled back in an involuntary serpentine smile. The small group of people who had tried breaking into my house hadn’t made it past the front door on their own two feet.
They’d spent two weeks in my dungeons, where only one of them escaped with his life. He hadn’t been fortunate enough to keep his limbs, though. He’d only been released to send a message, which had done the trick.
I turned to the door and walked inside the room where Sienna waited.
It surprised me to see her pacing back and forth, arms crossed over her chest protectively. Her body language oozed fear, but her eyes screamed something else entirely.
“I don’t know why you brought me here, but I’m not going to turn you in. I really don’t care about any of this,” she said, gesturing around her. “It’s not my problem. I swear.”
“You watched us kill two men,” I countered. Something flashed in her eyes, but I couldn’t place it. “That means nothing to you?”
I waited for another outburst like the one she’d had back in the alley. Despite the fear her body language showed back then, here she acted fearlessly as she huffed and turned her back to me.
“So, are you going to kill me, or do you plan on letting me go?” she asked, approaching the window’s ledge and leaning into it.
“I haven’t decided yet.” I paused. “Why were you really in that alleyway? And don’t think I’m stupid enough to believe you just stumbled in on that little interaction.”
She whipped around and narrowed her eyes at me. Who was this fiery little minx? “I told you why I was there. Itoldyou I wouldn’t tell anyone what I saw. Clearly, words aren’t swaying you. What do you want from me?”
Her annoyance made me want to laugh and ask if she was really in the position to be speaking to me like that. She had to know she was in deep shit right now, and if the guns weren’t any indication, surely this gilded prison I put her in had to of. I leaned into the doorframe. “I’m here to decide how much of a threat you are.”
“I’m not.”
“Yet you spit in my face and talk to me as if you’re not afraid at all,” I hit back. Her shoulders stiffened, and almost as if on cue, a tinge of fear filled her eyes. “I can’t decide if you work for my enemies or if you stumbled onto more information than you know what to do with. Either way, I don’t know you, and I don’t trust you.”
I could read people like an open book, but Sienna made me question all I knew. Her eyes were constantly filled with emotion, but her body language told me something different.
Something about her was…different. Intriguing yet wholly unpredictable and indistinguishable.
“Let me go, and you’ll be done dealing with me.”
“You and I both know that’s not going to happen.”
“Then ask your stupid questions,” she said, whipping toward me.
I prowled forward, and she took a single step back before holding her ground. I wanted to chuckle at the absurdity of it. “You don’t know who I am, do you?”
She raised her brows, unamused.
“I could tell you plenty of things: that I’m dangerous or that I have killed hundreds of men. But I don’t think that will give you the propermotivationto cooperate,” I told her, moving just enough that her chest brushed against my stomach. “Instead, I want you to know what I do to people whodon’tcooperate with me.”
“Fuck you,” she finally gritted through her teeth.
