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“I’m always late,” she said. “It’s nothing new.”

“Yeah, well, you’ve got work to do,” Darren said. “So get to it.”

She had other shit to do now, too.

“How fucking dare you?”

Darren’s gaze narrowed.

Kev’s eyebrow raised. “Excuse me?”

Siena didn’t bat a lash. “You heard what I said, and I heard exactly what you were just saying, too.”

“Heard that did you?” Kev asked, waving a hand at her as if to flick her away from him. “Listen, Siena, you know enough about this business to know the Marcello family and the Calabrese family can’t mix. The fact that Dad let you go on as long as he did with John should have been a hint that something was up.”

Should it have?

She didn’t think it should.

“How did you know?” she asked. “About John’s disorder, I mean.”

Darren smirked. “We had our suspicions. Rumors travel far and wide in this business, you know.”

“And you forgot about this little thing called browsing history,” Kev added.

Siena’s heart stopped for a split second. She knew exactly what her brother was talking about without even asking for him to explain. The one time she had searched for information about her suspicions regarding Johnathan, she had used a computer in one of Kev’s offices. Sure, she had closed the browser in time, but she should have known better than to trust her brother.

Privacy was an illusion for Siena. She wasn’t actually granted any at all when it came to the men of her family. She should not have assumed otherwise. Look what happened.

Marcellos were right.

The Calabrese family was full of snakes.

And she was looking at two of them.

“Don’t worry,” Kev said, “this will all be over soon. Dad will get what he wants, and we can all move on. This has been a long time in the making, Siena, and you won’t be the one to ruin it.”

“And what does that mean?” she asked.

Kev shrugged from his position behind the desk, saying, “Well, the Marcellos are two seconds away from starting a war with the Calabrese. A war Dad thinks he can win. They just need a little shove.”

“Might as well start with John,” Darren added.

Siena’s soul slipped from her body. She swore it did. Nothing had ever felt quite so painful before.

“You’re a Calabrese, Siena,” Kev said. “You should really start acting like it.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

“AMELIA WILL see you now,” the receptionist said.

John stood from the chair, and his father followed suit. The receptionist’s gaze widened when the two headed for the office door.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “but only John can attend his appointment unless the doctor has otherwise stated for the session.”

“No,” Lucian said, “I will be seeing her, too.”

“I can’t allow—”