Chapter One Hundred and Four

Sienna

The sight wasn't surprising, to say the least. I wouldn't blame him either. He was going back to the only thing he knew. Partying and fucking anything in a skirt. But he was so much more than that. She had broken him.

I sighed and crossed my arms. He was in a bad state, all right. His dark hair was a mess, he looked like he hadn't slept for a while, and fuck, he had definitely smoked some shit.

"Rocco," I said loudly over the music.

He smiled when he looked up at me. "Sienna… have you come to join the fun…" he slurred.

"No. I am just checking if you are okay," I said. He just chuckled and rested his head back against the couch.

"Did you smoke weed?" I asked and he nodded slowly.

Fuck. Usually, he would be the one telling me off for doing that, but it was clear that he wasn't himself at the moment.

"Everyone, leave now!" I ordered.

"No! Don't," Rocco countered, and all the women turned to look at both of us.

"Turn the fucking music off!" I growled. I was

definitely on