Page 48 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

As though Lucian thought John was too unstable.

Again, John … who was bipolar.

That fucking circle was vicious.

“Just tell me what’s going on,” John said. “I’m kind of in the middle of something …” To say the least. “And I don’t want to skip out unless it’s important.

“You know that if one of us calls you and says something, it is important, Johnathan.”

In the background, John heard his uncle, and boss, say, “Lucian, you need to trust your son. Explain to him what’s going on because he asked.”

Silently, John thanked Dante for stepping in like that. His boss didn’t need to do that, but sometimes little things went a long fucking way.

“Lucia is gone,” Lucian murmured.

John turned into a statue on the spot.

Cold.

Hard.

Unmoving.

“What?” he hissed.

“She took off last night—I thought maybe me and a few men could go out after them and bring her back before morning, but I misjudged how capable that young man is.”

“Renzo,” John said.

Just to be sure …

“Yes,” Lucian replied. “So, I need you to come here so we can—”

“I’m not going there at all.”

In an instant, John’s mind was made up, and his choices were done. He had gotten the chance to warn Renzo not to mess with his little sister, but the young man had just smirked at John, and walked away.

The Lucia and Renzo mess had been on-going for a good month now. His sister knew her parents didn’t approve of the young man, but she didn’t seem to want to back off. After John had privately approached Renzo, his sister practically cut off all contact with him, too.

She was supposed to be starting college in California for the second semester soon. She was smart girl—the good girl.

What in the hell was going on?

Fury slipped through John’s veins.

“She’s eighteen, though,” Lucian put in, “and that makes things difficult.”

“Not for me,” John said. “I’ll find her, and she’ll be returned home.”

And him.

John would find Renzo, and fix that issue, too.

Lucia was twelve years younger than John, but she was still the only sibling he had that actually gave a shit about him. His other two sisters barely spoke to him, let alone looked at him when they had to share a space.

Years of his disorder manifesting into outbursts, vicious words, broken walls, and spewed hate had ruined those relationships. He didn’t blame Cella or Liliana a bit for how they felt regarding him.

But Lucia?