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Sienna didn’t fight as I dragged her through Gabriel’s house. She didn’t make a single move to escape as I threw her into the back of a large black SUV and cuffed her hands behind her back.
She didn’t fight.
She didn’t complain.
She didn’t so much as blink a fucking eyelash in my direction as I brought her onto a private jet and back to my home in New York. Mercifully, Lucia had gone to sleep for the night, so she didn’t see as I brought Sienna into the makeshift basement beneath the home.
Nobody noticed a damn thing as I chained her to a chair in the center of the room and locked the door behind me.
I paced back and forth through the room next door, shaking my head and wondering about the options. I thought about all the things I knew about her, and if I were being honest, there wasn’t a lot. Red flags should have shot through the fucking roof with how hidden she kept everything about herself, but I’d been too damn drawn to her.
I’d been stupid, and it had nearly gotten me killed.
I didn’t allow myself time to think as I turned back to the room. I was too concerned with the rage I felt to back off for a few hours and calm down. I needed to know the truth.
I needed to know why she’d poisoned me.
I needed to knowhowshe’d poisoned me.
I moved to take a step through the door, but my phone chimed with a photograph sent directly from Gabriel’s phone. A photograph of a pregnancy test. The caption below sent me back a step.
Found in the trashcan of her private room.
I couldn’t wrap my head around a fucking thing. Was it mine? Did she lie about her virginity and sleeping with only me? Hell, she’d lied about everything else. But if she was carrying my baby…if she was pregnant…
Fuck.
I slammed through the door and took in the sullen sight before me. She hung forward, her eyes drooping from clear exhaustion and hair dangling in her face. Her arms remained behind her back, attached to the chair just as I’d left them moments ago.
I glanced toward the instruments on the table across the room, reminiscing on all the times I’d used each of them: the knives, hammers, and guns. On the middle rack were more obscene tools used to inflict the most damage, and I couldn’t even fathom using them on her. I didn’t think I could hear the screams that would erupt from her.
“I don’t want to make this hard,” I told her, stepping forward. “But I need to know who sent you to kill me. How long have you been planning this?”
Her eyes drifted up my body slowly, pausing on each of the weapons I wore as if she could see them through my clothes. When they finally met mine, I saw devastation and exhaustion battling for dominance there.
“I’m not going to hide anything from you, Dante,” she whispered, shaking her head. “It’s why I’m still here.”
I continued pacing, rounding her chair to double-check the cuffs holding her in place there as I walked around the backside. She didn’t bother tracking me.
“Who are you?”
I could sense the hesitation before she finally spoke. “It was all real,” she admitted, shaking her head. “I need you to know that before I tell you the truth. In the beginning, everything was an act. But in the past few days, the feelings between us were real.”
“Who are you?” I snarled, raising my voice until it echoed over the harsh cement walls of the basement.
“My full name is Sienna Accardi. I changed it from Sienna Rossi when I was a teenager.”
She stared at me, allowing me to put the pieces together. It took me longer than I wanted to admit to grasp the implications of that name.
Accardi. As in Valentino Accardi.
I thought about all the precautions I took to ensure she wasn’t a threat—to ensure she wasn’t allied with my greatest enemy. I’d deemed her safe, damn it. How the fuck had Justin and I missed that entire side of her identity?
“He’s my stepfather. Your father killed mine when I was eight. When he died, my mom remarried to Valentino, knowing he was powerful enough to keep us safe from my dad’s enemies. She was never happy, but she stayed with him. She was never the same, and eventually, she had a heart attack. I was told the type of heart attack is common in a person who had been grievingfor a long time.” She paused and swallowed. “Your father killed mine, and then my mother died from a broken heart. He took everything from me, so I spent the past decade training to get my revenge.”
I only stared down at the small woman.
Theassassin.
