Page 95 of Sienna Rossi: Beyond Shattered Trust

I nod, even though my heart is still racing. “Yeah, thanks.”

I want to tell him it’s fine, that it wasn’t a big deal, but something tells me that might just push him off the edge.

He guides me through the crowd; this time everyone keeps their distance. The fear in their eyes as they look at Jayce speaks louder than the silence. No one came to check what was happening or to throw us out, proof that this isn’t the kind of club that follows rules.

We spot Ahren sitting in one of the dingy booths, his arm stretched around the sofa, a small smirk on his face as he watches us.

“I hope you have a fucking good reason for picking this shithole,” Jayce snarls as Ahren stands to give me a hug.

He chuckles. “Trust me, it’s not my scene either.”

“Then why?” I frown. “No one brings their sister to a place like this.”

He sighs, looking serious as he glances between us.

“Yeah, agreed. However, we’re meeting someone here who might just have the information we need. They picked the location, and the information seemed too valuable to decline.”

A Vital Conversation

Jayce

Sienna slips in beside Ahren, frowning at him as she raises her hand and covers his eyes, clearly conversing via the mind-link.

“I am protecting you,” she insists as Ahren tries to pull her hand away.

I hide my amusement, watching them as Sienna lowers her hand and glares at her brother. Giving him an ‘I am watching you’ expression.

“You should be worried about your mate, not me,” Ahren replies with a smirk as he jerks his head in my direction.

Sienna’s eyes widen before she glances towards the stage behind me, her cheeks flush, and she looks away quickly, her eyes meeting mine for a split second.

“He’s not you,” she retorts almost instantly with complete conviction; it makes me a tad smug. She’s right, though; there could be a thousand naked women lined up, but the only one that draws my attention is her. “Besides, I’m doing this for my future sister-in-law,” she adds.

“I’m not even looking,” Ahren points out.

“I’ll be watching you. Mama or Dad wouldn’t be happy,” she mutters. “And Jaddati would be disgusted.”

“Can you tell she’s never been to a strip club before?” Ahren sighs.

“Clearly not the case for you,” I remark as I sit back.

Ahren pouts. “Now everyone is just being mean.”

“And yet you deflect,” I smirk.

Sienna looks at me, nodding before frowning at her brother. “And you didn’t even deny it. Shame on you.”

“In my defence, it’s often for business,” Ahren says, raising his hands in surrender.

Sienna shakes her head, crossing her arms. I scan the crowd, making sure no one has their eyes on her. Ahren sits forward, his eyes now sharp as he glances at Sienna. He must have said something to her because she murmurs a spell under her breath. I recognise the words: a privacy spell.

“So, who are we meeting?” she asks. My gaze dips to her beauty spot above her pouty lip. She’s fucking gorgeous.

“I don’t really know; all I know is he’s Italian. I got that from the accent,” Ahren replies.

Sienna arches an eyebrow. “Ahren, I’m doubting your ability as the Alpha.”

I smirk as Ahren’s about to say something, glancing at me when he pauses, his gaze falling to my neck.