Page 287 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

“When it’s safe.”

When all the men threatening her safety and life are gone from this city. Siena didn’t say that out loud, though. She knew they were one step closer after today to finally getting Ginevra back to her younger sisters.

Kev was gone.

Darren … might be, too.

Siena didn’t really know at this point. She had been watching the news, and waiting for any snippet of information that might give the names of the two men deceased from the explosion at the restaurant. Nothing had come up yet.

Her mother had not come back for round two, thankfully, but that also meant she couldn’t get any information out of Coraline, either. The enforcer who had dropped the girls off earlier that day had yet to come back and get them.

Siena figured that was because too much was going on outside of her apartment at the moment. A whole world of new trouble had just popped up for all the men of the Calabrese family, and it was all about damage control right now.

They needed to get this situation under control before they even considered dealing with something less important. They had better things to deal with than two principessas who needed nothing more than to be returned to their aunt’s home.

Greta and Giulia likely didn’t even mind.

Neither did Siena.

“Okay.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you months ago,” Siena said softly.

Greta shook her head fast, and wiped her eyes with the heels of her palms. “No, it’s okay. I understand, really. Thank—”

The front door of Siena’s apartment opened with such force that it smashed into the wall. The noise made Siena jump, Greta duck, and woke a very confused Giulia up from her sleep.

Jerking in surprise was not a good thing for Siena’s current state. Pain swelled in the side of her head all over again, and made her double over on the couch. She pressed the frozen bag of mixed vegetables harder to her temple in a shitty attempt to relieve some of the sudden pressure. Her stomach threatened to revolt all over again.

“Oh, my God,” she groaned.

“Siena? Shit … babe.”

John’s voice was the only thing that felt remotely good in that moment. Siena didn’t even have time to lift her head up before he was in front of her. Kneeling down, his hands found her thighs, and his gaze locked on hers.

Warm hazel.

True love.

Calm and beautiful.

For a second, her vision focused, and Siena was good again. At least, for a moment.

“Don’t move,” she told him.

John’s brow furrowed. “Why would I move?”

“Just … don’t. If you move, I might get dizzy again, and I don’t want to puke.”

“What happened?”

His harsh demand made her flinch. He didn’t miss it.

“Shit, sorry. Sorry, babe. I would have been here sooner after I got the messages on my phone, but I wasn’t even given my phone until they released me once my attorney got there. Here, let me look at you.”

Soft fingertips drifted over her face. The sensation was such a stark contrast to the pain and heat coursing through her head. He peeled her fingers away from her cheek, and then convinced her to drop the frozen bag, too.

Siena watched John’s gaze drift over her face, and injuries. His fingers followed the same path—careful not to press too hard, or hurt her as he checked her out. As the silent seconds ticked on, she could plainly see his rage growing.