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Episode 11

Tristan never experienced anguish yesterday. He was too busy trying to get in my pants to feel anything other than horniness. But if he had indeed experienced anguish, then I wasn't awake to witness it.

I waited until Tristan fell asleep, and then I checked on Mateo, who accordingly to Katya, didn't even stir from all the commotion.

Tristan slept throughout the rest of the day. His mother made him dinner last night, but I didn't want to wake him. It seemed like he needed the rest.

So the following morning, I left the guest room that I spent the night in and went to go check on Tristan.

Pushing the door opened, I entered with a glass of water and a few migraine pills in hand. Approaching his side, I set them down on the nightstand.

"What the hell happened last night?" He asked with a tired groan, his arm resting over his eyes.

"You really don't remember?" I asked in surprise.

"I remember a bit, but not all." He looked over at me with worry. "Why? Did I do something to scare you?"

"Besides trying to f**k me like some wild animal, not really."

His eyes skimmed over my body before meeting my eyes again. "Trying? I didn't get any p***y?" He sounded so disappointed in himself at not having succeeded.

I rolled my eyes. "No, you did not get any. And you're not going to. If I were yours, maybe. But I'm not."

"Who are you trying to convince, bellissima(beautiful)? Me or you?"

Wanting to change the subject, I motioned to the glass of water and migraine medicine I left for him on his nightstand.

He picked up the two items, tossing the pills back and taking a sip of the water. Setting the half empty glass down back down on the nightstand, he pushed himself upright, the sheets falling down and exposing his bare, muscled chest.

Knocking at the door, caused the both of us to jerk our heads in the direction of the door. "Come in," Tristan said.

The door was opened, Rafaele walking in. He didn't make any eye contact with me, his attention on his boss. "There's someone here, boss."

"I'm not expecting anyone." He glared at me, eyes ablaze. "Are you expecting someone?"

I shook my head, nervously chewing on the inside of my cheek. It could be the police. Though I doubt it after the way they hung up on me when they learned who had kidnapped me.

Tristan narrowed his eyes. "If you are lying to me..." He growled, ripping the comforter and sheets off his lap.

Dismissing Rafaele with a flick of his wrist, he got out of bed and shrugged on a pair of dark sweatpants.

I followed him down to the foyer. My throat went dry, my palms clammy, and my heart racing when I saw who was standing at the entrance.

What the actual hell is she doing here?

Oh God.

She's going to get us both killed.

My neighbor GiGi, who's been looking after Loki, is waiting at the entrance with my little black Bombay cat in

arms.

I was surprised she had managed to get this far onto the premise without a single bullet hole in her body.

I eyed the salmon pink tank top, denim short shorts, and black flip flops she was wearing. Her wide, chocolate brown eyes dart around the room, her mouth hung open in awe.

"Who the hell let her in?" Tristan boomed angrily, his deep voice echoing throughout the mansion.

No one says a word, their hearts stricken with fear. Tristan looks to Rafaele, who then hands him his gun. "Someone better speak up or so help me God-"

"Sienna!" GiGi exclaims when she sees me. All heads turn in my direction, including Tristan as GiGi walks briskly towards me. "Where the hell have you been, loca(crazy)?" She asks, her familiar Spanish accent in my ears.

Embracing me in the most dramatic way possible, I stand frozen in shock and in worry. I can feel Tristan's eyes on me.

We're so dead.

She pulls back, her attention solely on me and not the plethora of armed men that surround us. Loki leaps into my arms with a purr, nuzzling my neck with his furry head.

Although I'm happy to see him, now is not the time. "GiGi," I say with a nervous laugh. "What are you doing here?"

"I've been trying to reach you for days. Loki missed you, so I thought I would bring him by." She's smiling like we aren't mere seconds away from being blown to bits. "This is a nice ass house." Her eyes wander. "If I would have known you were living here, then-"

"GiGi," I snapped. Her eyes drift back to me, hearing both the seriousness and fear in my voice. "You can't be here." I catch Tristan in my peripheral, his amber eyes analyzing us closely. "You have to go."

GiGi's back to smiling, her hand on her hip. "Seriously, Sienna? Is that how you treat someone who's been your neighbor for the last four years? Besides, I thought we were friends?"

Tristan quirks a brow. "Friends?"

Shit, s**t, s**t.

This isn't good at all.

GiGi whipped around to face him. "Yes," she snapped. Her shoulders relaxed, her hands no longer on her hips as her eyes began to take in Tristan's handsome features. "And who are you?" She asked, seduction replacing the sassy attitude she had seconds ago.

"How did you find her?" Tristan asked, his index finger teasing the trigger on Rafaele's gun.

She stared at him blankly. "Who? Sienna?"

Tristan gripped the gun in his hands, which GiGi has somehow failed to notice. Irritation flashes in his eyes, the muscle in his jaw tightening.

GiGi's not exactly the brightest, which has now been made known to Tristan, who's patience is beginning to wear thin.

Long flowing brown hair, curious round eyes, and a sass like no other, GiGi's beauty has found a way to overshadow the lack of light in her hollow head.

"You have three seconds to answer my question," Tristan snarls. "Three..." He aims the gun at GiGi's head.

She screamed, backing up into me with her hands raised in surrender. "What the hell is going on, Sienna? Why is he aiming a gun at my-"

"Two..."

"GiGi, answer him for f***s sake!" I shouted, not wanting to see my friend be added to Tristan's long list of victims.

"Snapchat!" She sputtered, trembling where she stood. "I used the friend locator on Snapchat!"

So my phone isn't broken or tossed like I thought it would be. Which means it's somewhere in this house.

GiGi squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the gun to go off. When it didn't, she opened her eyes and realized Tristan had lowered his gun.

She and I both released a heavy sigh of relief. We weren't off the hook just yet, but at least he wasn't aiming a gun at her anymore.

Tristan growled, his accent heavier whenever he was angry. "What the f**k is a Snapshot?"

"Snapchat," she corrected. He proceeded to aim the gun at her and a frightened apology immediately spewed from her full lips.

Tristan eyed Loki cautiously, hearing him meowing softly in my arms. "That p***y can't stay here," he said, before sneezing repeatedly.

"What? Why?" I clutched Loki closer to me, my bottom lip protruding out into a pout.

"I'm allergic," he replied with another cacophonous sneeze.

"Since when? You didn't seem to have any issues before," I said, referring to the night Mateo was conceived.

GiGi looked between the two of us in confusion. I was afraid of Tristan and the loaded gun still in his hand, but my fear wasn't as obvious as GiGi's. Her legs were literally shaking.

"That's because I locked him in your bathroom. Now get that damn p***y out of here!" He barked out angrily.

He was the one who kidnapped me! We wouldn't even be having this conversation right now if he hadn't snatched me and Mateo out of our home.

I crossed my arms, standing my ground. "He stays with me. End of discussion."

GiGi looked at me like I was signing my death wish, which I probably was.

I paid no mind to the pissed off scowl etched into Tristan's features as I turned and left to go wake up my son.

Gigi tailed close behind me, afraid to leave my side. "What is happening?" She whispered, glancing at more of Tristan's men as we made our way down the hall. "Do you know him?"

Setting Loki down when I made it into Mateo's room, I gently picked him up just when he started to open his tired eyes. His tiny mouth opened, stretching wide as he let out an adorable sounding yawn.

"He's Mateo's father," I answered in a monotonous tone.

"What!?" Her eyes grew to the size of saucers, her mouth back to being hung open, only this time in utter astonishment.

Kissing Mateo's forehead, I sat down in the rocking chair with him in my arms. Lifting up my shirt, I began to breastfeed while I hummed.

I've always enjoyed this part of motherhood because it gave Mateo and I a chance to bond. The five month old infant stared up at me with his beautiful large, round, amber eyes.

"Yeah, I didn't know he was in the Mafia when I slept with him. Hell, I didn't even know his name up until a couple of days ago."

Loki purred, curling up in a ball and resting at my feet. For the first time since I was brought here, I actually can say I feel somewhat at home.

With Loki and Mateo by my side, I feel a little less on edge. Of course, that doesn't mean we are staying here. When or if I'm given the chance, I will make my escape.

Maybe I'll move back to Detroit to be closer to my parents. I haven't spoken to them in quite a while, so I'm sure they would be overjoyed to see me and their grandson.

"So you came back here to live with him?" GiGi asked, raising her voice.

"It wasn't exactly my choice."

"He kidnapped you?" I nodded and she pinched the bridge of her nose, shaking her head in disbelief. "This is crazy."

"You're telling me," I muttered. "Which is why you need to go. Tristan is crazy."

"I can see that," she quipped. She looked at me with concern. "Is there a way out? I mean how can help you?"

"His mother and sister are going to help me escape. I just need you to get the police."

"Okay," she said with a nod. "Are sure they won't come after me?"

"No, I'm not sure," I told her honestly. "Like I said before, Tristan is crazy."

"Noted."

After making sure she left unscathed and with her heart still beating in her chest, I went back inside to give Mateo a bath and get him dressed into an adorable onesie that says, "Daddy's Little Lion Cub" in bold black font with a golden crown above it.

Katya was the one who got it for him. She was at the store shopping for more baby stuff when she spotted the adorable onesie. She thought it would be hilarious considering "The Lion" was Tristan's nickname.

Which I still have yet to learn why he's even known as "The Lion". Perhaps it's because he's territorial over his family. Or perhaps it's because one of his middle names is Leone. I don't know. I'll definitely have to ask Angel when I get the chance.

I found Tristan in his office. He was inhaling and exhaling in an attempt to control his temper. When he began calming down, he took Mateo from my arms.

"Go get dressed. I'm taking you shopping."

"Uh, for what?" I inquired, feeling both curious and suspicious at the same time. That feeling in my gut still hasn't left. I know he's planning something. I just know it.

"I have a meeting with a few business partners tonight at a popular night club in New York, and you're coming with me."

"Really?"

I couldn't hide my excitement. I've been stuck in the house for days, my only source of the outside world being the sunlight pouring in through the windows, Katya, Mrs. Lucci, and Angel.

Well, now GiGi too.

He nodded. "Now go. I don't have all day."