Page 50 of Disgrace

Greta didn’t move, and instead, put her hands on her hips. Siena had never met the girl’s mother, but goddamn, when she did that, Greta looked just like Matteo. Tall, formidable, and un-fucking-moveable. Even the look in her eye was the very same. Like she was daring Siena to come closer, and try to move her.

Good luck Kev and Darren when you go toe-to-toe with this one, she thought. Her brothers deserved the trouble, anyway.

“You were the only one with Ginevra on the day she was supposed to get married,” Greta said.

“So?” Siena asked.

“Kev and Darren were very mad at you.”

“Listen, they’re always very mad at me, okay? Depending on the day, they don’t even look at me. There’s a reason they call me the stain on this family.”

Greta’s gaze narrowed. “They only really started that after Ginevra went missing. They say she’s dead. Is she?”

Siena cleared her throat again.

Dammit.

It felt like a giant knot was forming there, and she couldn’t get it out. The uncomfortable sensation only grew the longer she tried to come up with an acceptable response for Greta. Nothing was ever simple, or easy.

This answer couldn’t be, either.

“A lot of things happened on Ginevra’s wedding day,” Siena tried to say. “And a lot of things happened after. You have to consider—”

“Is she alive, or not?”

“I can’t tell you that,” Siena said.

“Why not?”

Greta might as well have stomped her foot, too.

“Because it wouldn’t be safe for me to,” Siena explained.

“I won’t tell, and neither will—”

“It’s not you or Giulia that I am worried about. It’s Ginevra. Do you know what would happen if she suddenly wasn’t missing anymore?” Siena asked.

Greta blinked. “No. What?”

“Let’s just say you should be grateful that Kev and Darren’s anger and hate is focused on me now. Being called the shame of this family is moderate and pleasant compared to what they would do if your older sister suddenly showed back up. So, she won’t. Not today, anyway.”

“Someday, maybe?” Greta whispered.

“Maybe.”

Giulia frowned as she pushed past Siena, and her sister. “Okay, can we go now?”

“Yeah,” Siena said, never taking her gaze off Greta, “we can go.”

Outside at the bottom of the steps, was the enforcer who Siena had skipped out on the week before when she went to see John. The man still wasn’t very pleased with her, but as far as she could tell, he had not yet run to her brothers about what she did.

Actually, Kev and Darren still hadn’t come home from wherever they went.

Like cowards, they were hiding out. Likely hoping that the Marcellos would have gotten all of their violence and retribution for Cella’s husband’s death out of their system, or something like that.

Problem was, this couldn’t end so easily. It was going to continue. It would grow. So was the way of war.

“Where to?” the enforcer asked, moving to open the back door of his black town car.