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“Mio figlio,I was wondering when I would hear from you.” Marcello’s heavily accented voice is strangely calming in this instance, reminding me of just how tumultuous my emotions are.

“I wish it were under different circumstances. I need a favor.” Marcello must sense something is up.

“You found him.” He was looking for the man who did this to Sienna as devoutly as I was.

“Yes.”

“Is it bad?” A loaded question.

“Yes.” My response needs no elaboration. I was not one to exaggerate.

“What do you need?” Marcello is all business. I just hope myrequest will be achievable. What I was asking him for is not child’s play.

“You have connections at Southmore. I need access to an inmate. Bobby ‘One Fist’ Brown.”

The silence on the other side says it all.

“For how long?” Marcello finally answers.

“As long as you can give me.” While I want to say twenty-four hours, I know that won't be possible. Bobby was being held in the maximum-security wing and was kept isolated from other inmates, the actions associated with his nickname leaving five prisoners dead and nine others in intensive care. Those who ‘recovered’ usually never went back to prison but were instead sent to the psych ward, his impact on them long-lasting. Just the man for the job, in my opinion.

“I need some time to arrange. I will call you tomorrow. Keep him alive till then.” Marcello hesitates, not putting the phone down.

“Have you told her?” His concern for Sienna is comforting. If anything ever happened to me, at least Sienna would have someone looking out for her—a very powerful someone.

“Not yet. I will tell her once everything is arranged. If she wants to be involved, she can. If she doesn’t want to, she won’t. I can carry this burden as easily as I can enactrevenge. For her, I would do anything.”

I can almost hear Marcello nodding his head.

“Show him no mercy,mio figlio.” And with those parting words, the line goes dead.

Indeed. None will be shown as none was shown toward my rainbow when he had a gun to her head and tried to defile her innocence, snuff her light.

I will not see him tonight. If I do, I fear the events I have planned for him will not see the tip of my darkness. Such is my wrath right now. I may end him before we can have our fun.

Gavin appears, tossing me the keys to the car.

“We can finish up here. The vans will be arriving shortly to collect the items. I’ll keep you updated.”

I nod and then head out, eager to escape this house of horrors that makes me want to lose control, something I need to keep in check until the right time.

Since the night I had planned at the warehouse is now on hold, I head back to Requiem. Maybe a session in my home gym will help burn off this restless energy.

The message from Jordan that Sienna had received another anonymous text message didn’t help. I was growing tired of these games. I detested cowards who hid behind others and used them for their own gain. Just get to the fucking point.

He assured me that Sienna was fine. While I should be grateful, the fact that she is, makes me pissed. It indicated that the frequency of things like thisand situations like this was such that she found them easier to handle. She shouldn’t have to handle them at all.

By the time I park my car and get upstairs, I can only think about my rainbow. Instead of a boxing ring calming my emotions, I think she is the balm I need.

So when I open my penthouse door, and the scent of vanilla and pomegranate lingers, I almost think I have conjured it up.

Noise further in tells me that it is not my imagination. She is here. Finally. In my space like I have dreamed of since first setting eyes on her. She has walked into a trap, one she cannot escape. No one has been in here since I moved in. It is my most private space—a sanctuary for my secrets, where I can be me.

She is standing in my library, her dainty hand gingerly touching the spine of a book.

ObsessionbyEloise Benjamin

One of my favorite books by one of my favorite authors.