Nate
The thought of her crying fucking kills me. Having to be the one to tell her that she can never leave, that she’s my prisoner...well, it doesn’t feel fucking good.
But the truth is, even if I didn’t have to keep Sienna safe, I know that she’ll always be with me, forever.
There’s no way I’m letting go of her now.
I feel possessive of her in a way that I can explain. It’s just as a natural instinct, to be with her, to make sure she’s all right.
This mess with Edison Shaw doesn’t make it any easier.
She’s in actual danger if she were to ever leave my side.
If only she could somehow understand that.
I change out of my suit that I was wearing for dinner into black sweats.
I still have work to do tonight.
I barely ever sleep. Don’t need to. Tonight will be no different.
And so even as I sit down in front of my computer, the monitor shining brightly in the darkness of my room, my thoughts are still on her.
Does she hate me? Can she ever forgive me, or get over the fact that I was the one who kidnapped her?
These are all questions that will have to go unanswered for now.
I imagine her in her room just crying, feeling alone.
Every impulse of mine tells me to go to her, to make sure that she’s all right.
But I hold back. I don’t think I’m the person she wants to see right now.
I try to get some work done. I look over all of my investments. I make sure everything’s in place for the move away from Edison Shaw.
What he doesn’t know is that I have most of his best guys on my side now. It wasn’t hard to pull them away either.
Edison is such a terrible person, forcing people to do his dirty work left and right, that most of his toughest guys are ready for a change.
No matter what you may believe about the mafia, no one likes to kill just for the sake of killing. There’s got to be a fucking reason behind it. Edison never had a good reason.
He was out for blood. And money.
I intend to run his organization with a little more finesse. I’m gonna make sure everybody has so much goddamn money, they’ll never think about Edison Shaw again.
Unfortunately, this may have to come at the price of one more final kill—Shaw himself.
The man is too dangerous to let live. But I’m still weighing my options on that.
I don’t like to kill. If I could put him in prison for the rest of his life, that might be good enough. But I just have to see.
And so I go over the paperwork, ceaselessly trying to find a safe way out of this thing.
Sienna is at the forefront of my mind. If only she had any idea how hard I work to keep her safe.
Even at this moment, I check the security cameras around the building. I have guards stationed all around the penthouse and down below in the lobby. The building is teeming with the biggest and the best.
There’s no way she can escape, and there’s no way anybody’s getting in that I don’t know about.
Just as I’m perusing the security cameras, I see the strangest thing.
Little Sienna is opening the door of her room and tiptoeing down the hallway.
Does she really think I wouldn’t see her?
I have eyes on her like she wouldn’t believe. I know every step she’s gonna take before she even thinks to make it. I’m always ten steps ahead of her, and I always will be.
I watch the cameras with amusement. She walks lightly down the hallway, checking over her shoulder every now and again to make sure that I’m not coming.
I see her walk around the penthouse. Her eyes are wide, like she’s finally understanding just how fucking much money I have. It’s like she’s seeing a place for the first time.
It’s a fucking mansion in the sky. It’s the most glamorous, elaborate, over-the-top penthouse in the world. I’ve made sure of that.
And then to my surprise, I see her slip into the kitchen. Of course, I have cameras there too.
Watching her sneak around like this is all to my pure enjoyment. I just can’t believe she would think I don’t know what she’s up to in every instant.
Obviously, she doesn’t really know me yet.
I sit back in my chair and sigh heavily. She’s wearing a silky black robe and not much else. She looks fucking hot even over the security cameras.
She’s in the kitchen rummaging around for something. I see her take out a bottle of wine and open it. She drinks straight from the bottle. Then she tucks in some food.
Poor girl. She’s probably starving since dinner.
We didn’t end things on a good note. Perhaps now is the time to make up for that.
I get up and leave my room. I walk down the hallway and saunter over to the kitchen where I lean against the wall and just watch her.
She has no idea I’m even here.
I watch her drink the wine and sit on the kitchen island. She’s eating fruit and looking fucking hot doing it.
Eventually, I think it’s time to make my entrance.
“Enjoying yourself?" I say.
She turns around and gazes at me with those crisp blue eyes.
Her long blonde hair cascades in waves down her back.
She sees me, and we lock eyes, and for a moment the heat is inescapable.
We both feel it. I know she does too.
It’s all I can do to hold back.
It’s all I can do not to consume her right now.