Page 9 of And Twice as Twisted (Agostino Crime Family #4)

The bright sun made her dark hair shimmer as I caught my first glance. She was flawless in her designer loungewear and lack of makeup. This was the Sienna I used to love seeing, the unpretentious girl who wasn’t hiding behind that self-made entrepreneur facade.

Romeo nodded and Romano’s men surrounded Sienna as Lucky’s crew stepped out to meet her. He touched her . My teeth rattled as I clenched my jaw. I tapped each finger to my thumb, but I kept losing count.

He fucking touched her. She let him taste her.

Romano was practically begging for a slow, painful death. Each liter of blood exiting his ventricle chambers to coat my hands. A weekend of him tasting something that didn’t belong to him.

Romeo handed Sienna’s bag to one of the Agostino enforcers before dipping his head in farewell, and she smiled , the expression pleasant, intimate.

My count was long forgotten as I stepped into her path. “Leave.” The one-word command sent the rest of our men in the opposite direction. I snatched Sienna’s bicep and tugged her away.

“Remove your hand,” Romeo barked at my back, but I spun to face him with my gun raised to his forehead.

“This isn’t your city.”

Romano’s men circled us. Whether it was a show of force or to prevent curious onlookers from getting a better view had yet to be determined.

“And right now blowing your fucking head off seems like the best way to prove that.”

“I’m okay, Romeo. Thank you.” The moment the words left her mouth, I dragged Sienna towards the elevators. It was pure agony ignoring her heaving breasts as she attempted to shrug loose from my hold.

“Another dog at your command. What did you give him to make him heel?”

She ignored the comment. “You’re hurting me,” she hissed out instead, as the elevator doors closed in front of us.

“You don’t know real pain.” An image of her bleeding out in that warehouse flashed in the forefront of my mind. I shook my head in an attempt to clear my thoughts.

“Fuck you.” Her left hand shot out, striking my throat and opening the wound. “Oh fuck.”

I squeezed her arm harder, refusing to loosen my grip, even as my body’s natural pain receptors screamed at me to react. To stop the bleeding and apply pressure to the gash.

The elevator door opened and I shoved Sienna into her apartment. She dropped her bags and stared at me, unshed tears brimming along her blue eyes. I unclutched my fist, releasing her wrist and taking in labored breaths, as we glared at each other in equal measure.

When her resolve gave way and she attempted to step towards me, I growled and took another step back. If she touched me, if she got too close, I’d hurt her. I knew she’d smell like him and it would send me spiraling over that ledge. I’d be murderous.

“Did he fuck you?” Her head snapped back as if I’d struck her. “Did you fucking like it?” I hissed the accusation.

“You son of a bitch!” Her sweet tears beckoned me to lick them, to trace the trail of venomous lies down to her jaw. “You cannot talk to me like that!”

I knew she wanted to hit me and I dared her to do it. “You did.” I laughed humorlessly. “You’re not permitted to leave this apartment without an escort.” I turned to the door, shrugging her loose when she grabbed at my arm.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” She faltered when I forced her backwards, not stopping until she was pinned to the wall.

“Me? Have you looked in the mirror? A pitiful little girl hiding behind such a beautiful face. How long did you cry on his shoulder before his dick made it all better?” My nose was less than an inch from hers as I slammed her arms above her head with one hand and gripped her neck with the other.

I spread her legs with my knee, holding her torso in place with my body.

She coughed and shook, trying to fight me off but she was too weak. Sienna was always too weak. She was no match for me. In more ways than one.

“What the fuck?” Al beat his fist into my back, but the fear in Sienna’s eyes was intoxicating. I took a breath to break the enchantment, dropped my hands, and whirled around before aiming two fingers at Al’s trachea.

“Whore,” I mumbled, spitting at Sienna’s feet and storming from the apartment.

I powered off my cell, unconcerned with the repercussions if Lucky tried to reach me, and headed outside.

My Maybach Exelero was still parked at the curb, my keys inside—no one would dare touch it.

I was losing my control and needed an outlet.

Preparing to find a fight or someone to kill, I stopped in my tracks when my eyes lifted to find Rocco leaning against the car.

“I got a gift for you.” The bastard stared at his nails, as if bored. The man pulled from the wreckage wasn’t the same man I’d known for a decade. “ Gifts, I should say.”

My hands clenched into fists as a surge of rejuvenated energy entered my bloodstream. I craved the sound of bones breaking, flesh splitting, and muscles tearing. I needed it more than I needed air to breathe and food to function.

We took the elevator down to the basement under the penthouses.

The smell of bleach did little to hide the death in the air.

Inhaling deeply, I felt a sense of peace settle over me.

As my boot hit the last metal step, I noticed a whimpering female chained to one wall and a disoriented male grunting over the drain in the center.

“What? Al and I had our fun.” Rocco shrugged, indifferent, as Al narrowed his eyes at me, clearly still a little peeved by my throat punch.

“And her?” I stalked towards the girl. “And what of you?”

“I-I… I wasn’t going to do anything. It was a joke, but I’d never!” Her words were cut off by the sound of heels clicking down the staircase as a woman I’d never seen before appeared.

“She handed your princess a line of coke and then videotaped it.” The newcomer was gorgeous, her voice measured as she spoke with a hint of a Spanish accent mingled with disdain.

“Apollo, meet Gabriela.” Al motioned to the girl. “Lucky hired her to tail Sienna.”

My eyes snapped to the woman in question as she stood tall, her frame lithe, but as she flexed under my gaze, I could see the defined muscles throughout her body.

Her hair was in a braid, shaved at the sides, and her posture deemed her dangerous.

Her stance spoke of her specialized training, one that proved she was up for the job.

“ We don’t kill women,” Rocco stated simply. “Seeing as we usually rely on Sienna or Bella, both of whom are indisposed at the moment, we got creative.”

“And him?” I nodded to the male on the floor.

Al relayed the story of how the fucker had assaulted Sienna at Danza , before I quickly turned my attention back to him. As I approached, I couldn’t help but enjoy his cry of pain when the restraints on his ankles pulled tight.

He had nowhere to go.

“I-I was drunk! I didn’t mean the disrespect… I-I’d never have acted—” He stopped speaking when I squatted in front of him.

“Drunk.” I nodded in understanding. “Changes in your neurotransmitters are often signs of overconsumption, making you susceptible to poor decision-making.”

Gabriela watched on with a sense of enthralled detachment, before turning to the female dry-heaving by her feet. “Vomit. I dare you.” Gabriela addressed the girl, but her eyes remained glued to our male captive. “You make a mess on this floor, and I’ll make you eat it, then lick it clean.”

Rocco’s expression contorted in to a large grin, the first I’d seen since the accident.

“Long-term chronic or excessive alcohol abuse has significant consequences. I mean, behavioral changes, clinical depression, personality issues, and suicidal tendencies.” He flinched as I snipped a pair of scissors through the air.

“Clearly, the reason you’re in this predicament is related to the latter.

I cannot fathom another reason you’d disrespect la nostra principessa. ”

“Pura stupidita.” Al laughed from the corner, staring at his phone for a moment before pivoting on his heel and leaving.

“ Fallo male, Apollo. ” Rocco stepped closer to Gabriela, but his eyes were lit with excitement as he stared at the soon-to-be corpse in front of us.

“Solo en la muerte hay justicia. ” Gabriela’s Spanish had me faltering.

“Only in death is there justice,” Rocco repeated, smirking at Gabriela’s shocked expression. “ Soy fluido en espanol e italiano. ” They grinned at each other and I withheld my eye roll.

“You asked her to suck your dick?” I questioned, as Rocco made quick work of pinning the bastard onto his back before helping me remove his pants. “Instead, I’ll give it to her on a fucking platter.”

I flicked the scissors open again, and the girl on the floor released a shriek so shrill it reverberated against the concrete walls before bouncing back and piercing my eardrums for a second time.

I snipped the scissors twice, easily cutting through our captive’s flaccid member—not much to boast about.

Blood poured from the wound as I turned my back on him.

We would let him choose whether he wanted to live out his days permanently deformed or succumb to the blood loss over the next 3-5 minutes.

Surprisingly or not, no one ever chose the former.

I supposed they believed there wasn’t much point to living a life as a man without a dick.

I made my way to the stairs, stopping to peer at Gabriela and the girl gasping in her grip. The Spanish enforcer glanced at Rocco as he leaned over her shoulder, watching the girl’s fight slowly come to an end, much like her life.

“ Marcisci all’inferno, cagna. ” Gabriela straightened, spitting on the prone form at her feet and strutting up the stairs in her stiletto heels.

“Fuck.” Rocco straightened his belt before following her.

I ignored them both. I needed distance from this hotel. And Sienna…

However, like always, I wasn’t that fortunate. I came to a stop outside the front doors, just as the woman herself was walking out to meet Al—I hadn’t even noticed he’d followed me. Because all I saw was her. All I pictured was Romano’s hands on her, her laughing and smiling at him.

He touched her. Touched what didn’t belong to him.

I was unable, perhaps u nwilling , to stop myself as I barreled towards them. Shoving Al out of the way, I wrapped my hand in Sienna’s hair and dragged her back inside. My brash actions had stunned her into silence.

For once.

She was standing upright but her neck was cocked at an odd angle, her body stiff in my grip.

I didn’t let go until the doors opened. I entered the code into the keypad and shoved her into her apartment for a second time.

She stumbled a few steps before straightening herself, kicking off her shoes and pulling her skirt up just enough for a fighting stance.

We stared at each other for a second, then I charged.

“Fucking bitch,” I growled, lunging for her as she hissed and struck out at me.