Eric
Sienna and her father left the house and I was still in a daze. Thawoman… She was no ordinary woman. There was something about her. She had power, and I felt it when she spoke. I felt her strength when she twisted my hand back. She was also quite fucking hot.
Her father was a despicable man and I could sense it. He was fucking disgusting. Sienna never seemed to talk or laugh in his presence, or not as much as she did when he wasn't around her. I could feel their animosity towards each other.
My parents looked at me with wide grins across their faces and I knew they wanted to talk about Sienna.
"Well what did you think of her? She seems sweet," Mother commented.
Sweet? I would not describe her as sweet. Oh, but I liked it when she swore. Father chuckled as he rubbed the back of his head. Sweet was not a word we used in the mafia. Fucking hell, we hardly even used it at all.
"She is fine," I lied effortlessly but really, she was more than just fine.
Father beamed and patted my shoulder. "That's great, son. The marriage will be held in two days time. I will get someone to arrange it all. And all you have to do is just to arrive at the venue with a good suit on.”
I nodded slowly as I processed the information. I was getting married in two days. I didn't know if I felt nervous or apprehensive, but I felt something. She was a fucking stranger. She seemed to be able to hold her own and my God, she did talk back.
My parents soon left after explaining some more mundane information about the wedding and the after party. Of course, there would be an after party but I knew that it was just an excuse to get drunk. Plus the fact that it would be in my house with my expensive alcohol.
I rolled up the sleeves of my black shirt to my elbows and poured myself a glass of whiskey. The amber colored tiquid would help me relax because I was on edge and that could be dangerous in many ways.
Thoughts about Sienna invaded my mind and stayed put. How could such a beauty be so lethal? She wasn't what I had imagined. Not at all. Her skin was of the warmest caramel, and her hair was dark and curly. It made me want to run my hand through it.
And her body… Fuck, her body was ingrained into my mind. She had curves and muscle in all the right places. It was her eyes, however, that struck me the most. They were beautiful and blue just like diamonds that I couldn't help but stare into them.
"So what do you really think about her?" Sean asked, interrupting my thoughts.
Of course, that ass was still here. I sighed and faced my brother who stood with his arms crossed across his chest looking at me.
"She is..." I started to reply but then I trailed off.
He smirked. "She is…" he said, mimicking me.
I closed my eyes and opened them. "She is different. She is not like other women," I replied honestly.
And it was the truth. No one could have spoken to me the way she did and gotten away with it. I could see such ferociousness in her eyes, her drive and power.
He nodded. "I think you will like her once you get to know her. From what I gather, she is as morbid as you are." He smiled and walked towards the front door. "By the way, you have a situation you need to deal with."
I scowled. I didn't want my mood darkened any further.
"Why can't you deal with it?" I asked, glaring at Sean.
Although my brother didn't sit on the mafia throne, he still had jobs to do. He had jobs that he couldn't neglect.
"Because dear brother, I am not the one in charge. So have fun," he remarked. He seemed slightly drunk as he stumbled out. He left my house quickly and I was alone with my thoughts once more.
***
"Boss, everyone has arrived." Gabriel broke the silence as he waited by the door. I rubbed my eyes heavily and set the glass down.
Entering my meeting room, I was greeted by the sight of some of my men. They stood behind seats which were placed around a large rectangular glass table. I walked in and looked straight ahead as I made my way to my seat which was at the head of the table.
I turned and sat down. Then I waved a hand and everyone in the room took their seats quietly and quickly. There was silence in the room as I did not speak. I could feel the tension rise. Then Gabriel cleared his throat. He stood behind me, and I knew that he was very alert.
"Who would like to begin?" I asked as I remained expressionless and cold.
Several of the men looked at each other as if they were choosing a tribute to face my wrath. How pathetic of them. But I wasn't going to gut someone, at least not tonight. One of the men who went by the name Ken finally spoke. That was a ridiculous name indeed, but I didn't say anything about it.
The meeting went on and I was incredibly frustrated as time passed. I now had my legs crossed atop the table and another cigarette in between my fingers.
My head was slightly tilted back as I listened to Ken talk about the workings currently going on in the mafia. What deals they had managed to secure or who they had pissed off. I was more interested in our position and the wealth we had acquired.
"We have had reports that the Russian mafia is doing extremely well. Infact, they are doing well enough to threaten our position and to take over our territory," Ken said as he waved his hands about.
Everyone stilled as they watched him. I also stared at the overgrown ape and the hideous tattoos that covered his neck.
"There have been rumours of a rat in our mafia, boss," Ken added as he glanced at me. Why the fuck was he even looking at me?
I hit a fist down onto the table so hard that it made a loud thudding sound. A couple of grown men flinched in their seats and I chuckled darkly before I began to speak.
"Then find out who the fucking rat is. If it is one of you right here, you are already dead. Got it? Send someone to infiltrate the Russians. I want to fucking bring them down until they beg me for mercy!" I growled.
Ken slowly sat back down as I rose from my seat. "Fucking Russians!" I growled out as I put out my cigarette on the crystal ashtray on the table. The smoke fizzled out but my temper did not.
"If I might add, boss, I have intel that the Russians are buying weapons," another man said.
I glared at the man. "And…" I growled once more because my patience was wearing thin.
The man seemed to sink back into his seat as I slowly walked around the table. "If the Russians are buying weapons, I want to buy weapons and I want more… And also, I want to find out why they are doing so."
I stopped behind the man's seat. "You are in charge of doing that.” Everyone seemed to fidget as they fiddled with the documents that were scattered in front of them. The man in the seat gulped, with sweat beginning to form across his neck.
"You may leave!" I ordered sharply. I watched as everyone quickly exited the room, and they were escorted out by a few guards. I was fucking agitated.
“Now was that too harsh, Gabriel?" I asked my friend.
He seemed to relax and smirked. "I mean the death stares were a bit cold." He chuckled.
"That is just my face.” I chuckled too.
He nodded as he looked at his phone. He looked up at me. "Uh, Eric, you have a problem," he said.
I growled as I balled my fists up. "What now?" I asked as I rubbed my forehead harshly.
I headed upstairs to my bedroom. I heard loud crashing as the sound of furniture being broken reached my ears. I pushed the door open and was met with the sight of a blonde woman.
"What the fuck are you doing here?!" I exploded as I saw the state of my room.
The entire room was wrecked. My bed was ripped apart and all of my clothes lay on the floor haphazardly, torn and crumpled. And in the middle of it all stood a fucking blonde.
She was a woman I had used more times than I cared to admit. I had even dated her for twelve whole days. What a fucking mistake I made. I was young and naive then but not anymore.
"I heard you were getting married. How could you?!" she screamed, her voice high enough to give anyone a migraine. She wiped her tears as she smeared her makeup across her cheeks and face. What a fucking mess she was.
I sighed heavily before I spoke. "Get the fuck out. I don't have time for this and I certainly don't answer to you."
Did she really think I wanted her? That seemed to piss her off even more as she attempted to throw a shoe at me.
"I love you, Eric! What we had was special! Are you are just going to forget all off that just to marry some dumb slut!" she shrieked wildly.
I really couldn't be bothered to deal with her or tell her it was all arranged so I scowled. "She is not a fucking slut so get the fuck out out of here before I throw you out!" I growled, my chest beginning to heave.
The blonde — whose name I had long forgotten — started to whimper as she walked up to me. “But don't you remember all the good times we had together? I could give you all that again. I need you and you need me," she whispered as she placed her hands on my chest. I felt her long false nails crawl over my shirt and move downwards.
Then I grabbed onto her fists and held them up to her face. She whined as she looked into my empty eyes.
"I am not a man to hit woman but you are really testing me," I said coldly as I stared down at her.
Father may have had no morals and I had very few but I could never hit a woman purposefully. That was beneath me. The blonde stepped back when I released her from my grip.
"Get out. I never want to see your face again," I said, the words as cold as ice.
She quickly left my room and I nodded at Gabriel. That woman wasn't leaving here alive. I would feel pity for her but that was what someone got if they got mixed up with me — in the wrong way, that is.
I wondered again about Sienna. I didn't know much about her but I could tell that she had high standards. Would I ever live up to them?
Should I even try? I asked myself. Wait, why the fuck should I even try?
I didn't want this. I didn't want her.
Sienna Two fucking days. Two days of being rushed off my feet and dragged around mercilessly. I chose a wedding dress and it was quite decent but I just hated what it symbolized. This was really happening. There was nothing I could do to stop it. I didn't plead with my father. He would have beat me if I did that, and besides he was busy enjoying himself in different clubs all over the place. I glanced down at my freshly painted nails. They were in nude — which was not a color I would have chosen if the choice had been left to me — but they looked beautiful regardless. I was glad to be kept busy in a way, because I didn't have to interact with my father. He stayed far away and I was glad that he did so. Tonight was the last night before the big day and I chose to stay in bed and watch a horror movie. There was not much I wanted to do. Infact, if truth was to be told, I wanted to fall ill unexpectedly and ruin the wedding. And I knew that would surely piss my father off. I chuckled a
SiennaIf the wedding wasn't suffocating enough, I had to attend the after party. After all, it was my wedding. However, I would rather be anywhere but at Eric's house with a majority of people I wholeheartedly disliked and didn't give a shit about.I stood around, still in my wedding dress as I kept to myself. My father was deep in conversation with Eric's parents and I watched perplexed as he seemed to have laughed more than he had in the past month. The wrinkles on his forehead and around his eyes creased deeply with every smile.Sean was currently keeping me company because Eric disappeared to fuck knew where, but I hardly cared about that. Sean returned with two glasses of champagne, one of which he handed to me. I gladly took it from him and drank it in one gulp.He furrowed his eyebrows. "You good, Sienna?" he asked. I smiled as I handed my empty glass to a waiter. "I am absolutely perfect," I said as the smile on my face fell. Then I added, "I just want to leave. I am exhaust
SiennaI stared at him. He was dressed down but still looked like a god. No, a devil. I raised a brow and he chuckled deeply. "Don't tell me you forgot that I don't give a fuck. But if I were you, I would have already stabbed their eyes out," he said nonchalantly.I leaned back onto the fridge. Then I yawned as my heavy eyelids begged for sleep. Eric looked across the room at at my broken tiara as I rubbed my eyes. "Don't worry about that, I will get another one," I said as I looked down at the broken jewellery."Your father has already gone," he informed me. Fuck that man! That fucking bastard. So he left me here. He doesn't even fucking care, anyway, I thought."Well, I am leaving too," I said, sighing heavily as I rubbed my forehead. Then I started headed for the doorway but was stopped by Eric who immediately stepped in the way. "Stay the night. I insist," he said, staring directly at me. I don't have time for no games, Eric fucking Connall, I thought as I tried to read him bu
Sienna The next morning was unusual to say the least. I woke up to the smell of freshly baked pancakes and coffee. I really loved coffee just as I loved the scent. I groaned as I sat upright on the sofa and I thought of how uncomfortable it was. But I didn't expect to be taken to bed. Fuck, if he touched me, I would have killed him. "Good morning, sunshine," Eric called out from across the kitchen. I blinked hard as I stretched. Where the fuck was I? Oh right, I thought as I remembered that I was in Eric's house because he had asked me to stay here after the wedding. I stood up, ignoring him, and I headed upstairs to the bedroom I stayed in last night. Or more like didn't stay in. Upon getting dressed into a casual pair of skinny jeans and a T-shirt which I tucked in, I went downstairs. Cara was a lifesaver as she had brought me some clothing last night. But that didn't change the fact that she disappeared on me last night. When I walked back into the kitchen, I sat down on the
SiennaJust as I stood up, I saw Eric enter into the house. He looked surprised to see me but smiled nonetheless. His clothing was covered in deep crimson blood and so were his hands. I didn't know why, but I felt sudden panic when I saw the blood, which was stupid because I dealt with blood all the time."So this bit of business didn't require a gun?" I asked cheekily. He smirked as he flexed his hands, and I watched his built arms also flex as he showcased his perfectly sculpted muscles. "This bit of business was more personal," he finally replied.I nodded because I perfectly understood what he meant. But shit, I couldn't fall for him.I sighed softly before I asked, "Where is your first aid box?" As soon as I said that, his guard held a box out for me. And it was the same one Cara had an adorable little crush on. And I could even see why. "Thank you, " I replied, looking straight at him. The guard smiled politely. "I am Gabriel," he said, introducing himself. I nodded as I s
EricSienna returned to Italy for some business she had to take care of. I was a little disheartened when she did indeed leave. She was growing on me much more than I cared to admit.I also had some business that I had to take care of. Many bosses would sit on their thrones and let their advisors run their business for them, but not me. There was something about getting my hands dirty that drove me. It made me hungry for more power.That meant I had little time to myself but when I did, I made sure to enjoy it. I smiled to myself when the thought of taking Sienna out crossed my mind. Would she even want to go out with me? No. Fuck, I couldn't think like that.I knew I wasn't compassionate and loveable unlike Sean, and my heart sank at the possibility of Sienna rejecting me. Perhaps she would stay in Italy and never return to America. I wasn't good enough for her, I could never be. This marriage was nothing but a piece of paper like she said.I shook my head and headed for my basement.
EricAs I sat in my private plane, which was one of many to my name, Gabriel smiled as he sat opposite me. I sighed heavily before I said, "Spit it out." Gabriel smiled even wider. "Nothing," he said before he pursed his lips and looked elsewhere.I growled as I looked at him, knowing I could take him in a fight. Granted, it would take a while seeing as he was a fucking good fighter. "Fuck off, Gabriel." The fucker.He looked out of the window and into the starry night sky. "I wanted to ask you why we are going to Italy but then I figured it out." He looked at me as he crossed his arms. "You are going to see a particular brunette and can I just say you look good together. Give it a chance, Eric." He smiled gently.I shook my head but I didn't deny his accusation. I was indeed going to see Sienna, but I was unsure as to why. I didn't even know who she was until we were wedded. But I felt a longing to see her and to be in her presence.***When we arrived in Italy, I immediately heade
SiennaI absolutely loathed attending Marco's annual ball. It was full of despicable people, many of whom I had very little respect for. But one thing was for sure: I would have to attend it this year because I didn't have an excuse. I had never seen fucking Eric attend the ball. Not even once. He was just fucking lucky.Marco was a brawny man who was about six foot four. His warm brown skin was covered in a lot of tattoos. He had been a friend of mine for quite some time and I would trust him with my life if it were in his hands, which was a very rare thing to say about someone who was not related to me by blood.I sent Marco a dirty look which encouraged him even more. "So I will take that as a yes!" he exclaimed, chuckling before he gulped more mouthfuls of champagne. I dared not open my mouth in that moment because even I was afraid of what might come out of it. Sometimes, I had no control over what I said and majority of times, I offended people because of the things I said. No