Dante Traitors, all of them. My brothers seem to have forgotten who Sienna was and why she was here. All it took for her to crawl into their hearts was food and gifts - they were weak. I come to a stop outside my study and punch the gilded door repeatedly, letting my frustrations out and pretending it was Aldo Vincenzo. The bastard did despicable things to my Lenore before murdering her, things I didn’t even want to think about. She suffered immensely. And for what exactly? To send a message. And what was it with her coming into my study and personally bringing me dinner? What was her plan, what was her game? Why was she being so nice to me when I was awful to her at every turn? I continue to punch the wall, my blood running down the gilded door when I hear someone approach from behind and knowing it was Sienna who followed me. “Dante!” she says with a gasp and runs towards me, taking my fist in her hand. I look up at her with disgust. “Are you sure you want to be near me right n
Sienna Two months later and early February weather chilled me to the bone. You would think since I grew up in Chicago that I would be used to the cold, but nooo. I cannot stand the cold! I was seated in the winter garden again and had decided to bring along my charcoal and sketchpad so I could take my mind off things for a bit. I haven’t seen Dante and Nico in over a month - they have had to go away to deal with family business upstate, but I had a feeling that they involved pleasure in at least 60% of their exploits; Alcohol, women, and cigars were their poison. The fiasco of a Christmas dinner was still fresh in my mind and Dante’s words cut as deep as when he first spoke them. I cursed my father for marrying me off to him but knew that this was how things worked in Cosa Nostra - it required obedience for women to survive. Dario has been keeping away from me as well and I wondered if Dante ordered him to since we were growing closer every day. I used to think I had an ally in Dar
Sienna “Oh, come on. I’m sure you haven’t been outside of this estate since you got here three months ago.” Luciano says. He was again trying to convince me to go out for coffee with him, but after Dario’s warning last time, I was wary of being alone with him. He’s been at the mansion for five days now. Dante had asked him to stay, as he would be home in a few days. “Okay, let me sweeten the deal. We could also go visit the New York Botanical Garden?” He says and immediately my mind goes blank. I have been wanting to visit the gardens since I arrived here! Luciano could see that he won because he wore a smirk and held out his arm for me to take. “Shall we?” He says and I lace my arm with his. “You drive a hard bargain, Mr Andretti,” I say and he nods proudly. I didn’t want to be alone with Luciano because I didn’t trust myself around him. He was gorgeous and handsome and made my heart beat faster whenever I would see him. It was probably the loneliness getting to me. He was also
Dante I watched my brother as he continued his attempt to woo Sylvana DiMarco. He’s had a hard-on for the petite blonde since he laid eyes on her at my wedding, but she wasn’t having any of it. She could see through his flirtatious bullshit right away. We are currently in New Orleans because he wants this woman, but I am more interested in the connection it could forge with her father, Giuseppe DiMarco, Padrino of the ‘Ndrangheta. Giuseppe and my father had issues previously, but from what I’ve heard, he is dying of cancer and his son, Stefan, would take over when he dies. Hopefully, Stefan would see eye to eye with me and we could start a new partnership without past bullshit. My phone rings, cutting through my thoughts, and I see Dario calling me again. My little brother has been calling me non-stop and telling me to get home because he doesn’t trust our uncle alone with Sienna. Why should I care? Would I even give a shit if he had to fuck my wife? I unconsciously tightened my f
Sienna Almost a week after Luciano arrived and Dante was still not back. Luciano has backed off a bit after what happened in the NYBG, and I sort of felt relieved. He’s been here for almost two weeks now and I couldn’t help but be very fond of him and his company. We've bonded over horticulture and he’s given me good advice on how and when to start up my own little garden on the estate. I might just grow my own vegetables after the in-depth lessons he’s given me. It was 4 pm, and I was busy with dinner with Luciano helping me. Bonus: he loves to cook as well. His wife is a very lucky lady and I find myself being extremely jealous of her. “No, no, no, it has to be olive oil, or it won’t taste the same! originale modo italiano!” “I prefer coconut oil, the benefits are so much better.” Luciano and I were arguing about which oil to make the chicken parmesan with. He was adamant it would not taste the same without olive oil, but I knew how much better it tastes with coconut oil! “I’ve
Sienna I was fast asleep when I felt an arm snake around my waist and knew Dante had returned to our bed. He requires my body to meet his needs, and clearly, that was all I was here for. His hands go in between my legs and he runs a finger up my slit, testing my wetness. But obviously, I had just been half asleep. My eyes wrenched open; something was wrong. Dante’s hands were not soft, they were calloused and hard, and he always smelled of Bottega Veneta... not sandalwood. I jumped out of bed and switched the light on, only to find Luciano in bed with me. What the hell?!! “Luciano?!” I asked, incredulously. Why was he here? What did he think he was doing??? “What are... why are you here??” He looks at me with a wounded expression. “Now, Sienna, you need to stop being such a tease and give into what I know you want.” He said, and I took a tentative step away from him. I shake my head. Out of all the times to do this, he tries it with Dante sleeping in the same home as us. “I thin
Dante What the fuck. What the actual fuck was going on? I knew my uncle was slimy, but I never would have thought that he would do this to me. And with Lenore, my love Lenore. I wonder what would have happened if I didn’t decide to finally give in to my stubbornness and go to Sienna. I needed to speak with her, and craved her closeness after being away for so long. But this, I didn’t expect this. When I stood listening at the door, Sienna was physically fighting him off after he touched her and proclaimed that she was mine. I have to admit that hearing her say that with such conviction made me smile. After everything I had done to her, she would still choose me above anyone else. My wife was as loyal to me as my own blood, and yet I abused her at every turn. “What the fuck is going on here?” The voice of Nico came behind us and saw me with my Beretta raised at Luciano’s head, Dario flanked me on the right. Sienna walked towards the bed and leaned against the iron post while taking
Sienna I knew when Dante left that night that things had changed. The man who once terrified me with his presence now stood as a broken, defeated shell, covered in the blood of his betrayer. Everything made sense now; his debasing of me, his underhanded bouquet message: disdain, death and revenge. I was nothing but an instrument of vengeance against my father, who he assumed murdered Lenore. I truly meant nothing to Dante, and the thought hurt me more than I care to let on. But then I am taken back to that night. He called me ‘Sunflower’ as an endearment and when I had to call his brothers, I saw that his phone screensaver was a picture of me taken unaware. Why would he do that if he did not care for my existence if I were nothing more than a pawn in his revenge game? I put my coffee cup in the sink and walked out of the door to my garden. It was two weeks later, and I barely saw Dante anymore. Nico said to leave him be for now, and Dario advised to give him time. All I wanted to