Chapter Thirty Seven

Sienna

This should be entertaining, I thought as me and Eric headed into the club. The place was crowded but our guards pushed past people to allow us room to walk in.

I could do with a fucking drink right now. Martha was certainly something. She acted like she was innocent but that was a big fat fucking lie. I could smell a bitch from a mile away. The bitch was married to Arthur Connall, a fucking mafia boss.

Fuck me, but I would have loved to have strangled her with the pearl necklace she wore, but I could not. That would be very naughty of me and as for me, I was a saint.

I could smell the allure of alcohol. The place was bustling and quite loud, which was typical for a Saturday night. I turned to see a small party of people doing drugs. I wanted that shit but I just couldn't. Salvatore could be arriving anytime soon or he could already be here, and I didn't need any form of distraction right now. I didn't want to be high and out of my mind.

My guard was up and it didn't help the