Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen

Eric

We ended up staying for a couple more days on the private island. Sienna deserved a bit more time off and fuck, I also needed some time off too. Her birthday went perfectly, and I was sure she was pleased with how everything turned out.

She said it was the best one she had ever had, and that made me feel so content and lucky. I was so lucky to even make her feel so happy. I would do anything for her.

"Come on, Sienna!" I yelled as I stood by my private jet.

I checked the time on my watch, then I reached into my pocket instinctively. I stopped myself from pulling out a cigarette when I saw her walk out of the villa, dressed in a pair of brown shorts and a loose brown shirt.

She was licking another ice pop without a care in the world. One could hardly tell that she was a Mafia Don.

"What's the point of having your own plane if you can't decide when you want to leave?" she remarked.

She was telling the truth but I had some urgent business to attend to. She walked into the plane