Page 93 of Pretty Plaything

Fuck!

I run to find her. It has to be her who was in my office. She saw the plan.

She knows.

She knows all the wrong things.

“Sienna!” I yell.

She’s not in her room or in mine.

Where the hell is she?

I hear noise coming from the direction of my dungeon, so I break into a run again. When I reach the door, it’s wide open.

Sienna is throwing and breaking everything that gets under her hand.

“Sienna, stop,” I say. “I can explain.”

“What is there to explain?” she yells, her cheeks tear-stained and red. “You got what you fucking wanted!”

“It’s not like that. Listen to me.”

“Why would I? So you can lie to me again? So you can pretend you care?” she spits out. “Well, guess what? Mauro killed your family! There! Now you know! You can leave me the fuck alone!”

I stare at her in shock as she throws something at me. It lands right in front of my feet. A contract.

“I found this in my father’s office. He and Mauro made a deal a long time ago. Mauro knew you were his son. My father expects me to stay quiet, but I’m done. I’m done being quiet! I’m done with everyone using me! I’m done with you!”

“Sienna, please.” I pick up the contract.

Is she right?

Was it Mauro who killed my family?

As I skim through the contract, I realize Mauro included my territory as his, years before I actually got in possession of it.

Sienna’s right.

It has to be him.

I sense movement behind my back, but when I turn around and go closer to the door, I can’t see anyone.

Maybe it was just the wind, or I’m on edge because of what I just found out.

I still can’t believe it.

It’s like everything around me is in slow motion.

“Get the fuck out of here!” Sienna screams, and a butt plug flies very close to my head.

“We’ll talk later,” I say, and then I’m out of the room.

Sienna will be okay when she calms down, but I need to see Mauro right away.

If that bastard really killed my family, he’s going to pay.

I’ll make sure of it.