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Episode 13

Tristan's POV

"My men are dying and I still have no leads regarding the culprit behind it," I said in frustration.

I sought help from Marcellius Fierri and Javier D'Angelo, who's the leader of the Mafia that was once owned by Lorenzo Sinisi.

I wouldn't exactly call us friends. We conduct business from time to time, but that's about it. We usually stay in our own territories to avoid war between the three families.

Having had enough of my failed attempts to catch and eliminate the threat, I decided to further discuss my plan to weed him, or her out with Marcellius and Javier.

I don't trust either one of them. But my father always taught me to keep my enemies close. And besides, both are formidable opponents and would most likely team up against me. The fight would be over before it even started. So I prefer to remain on their good side.

"I think you should start looking into our own men. Your threat could very well be within your Mafia," Javier suggested.

It angered me. The thought of my men betraying me. But Javier was right. I could be looking at an inside man. Which would explain why the threat is only killing my men.

They are unable to reach me, so they go after my men to send a message. It took me a second, but I now know what that message is.

No one is safe.

He's trying to take us out one by one, starting with my men. Take away the king's guards and the fortress around his castle will inevitably come crumbling down.

So while my men guard me and my family, my men are left unguarded. They are the perfect victim.

That is until I fall victim to their revenge, because all of my men are dead and I am left with no one.

"We will try our best to help you locate your threat, Leone(Lion)," Javier said.

Marcellius nodded his head in agreement, his fingers brushing through the trimmed beard on his face.

"From now on, all information is to stay between us," he said, looking at each and everyone one of us. "No one outside of this circle is to know anything that goes on within our meetings. Trust no one."

As soon as he said that, the familiar sound of a woman's voice filled my ears. "Tristan..."

I looked over to my left from the booth I was sitting in to see a drunk Sienna clumsily making her way towards me.

Her cheeks were flushed and she could barely keep her eyes open. I was regretting not having anyone supervise her and her drinking. I knew I should've brought Rafaele and Angel with me.

"Mi dispiace(I'm sorry)," I apologized with utter shame. I could feel the intense glare of Marcellius boring a hole into me.

"Occupatene(Handle it)," Marcellius ordered.

Approaching Sienna, I placed my hands on her hips just as she began to drunkenly sway. "What the hell are you doing?" I whispered angrily. "Are you trying to get the both of us killed?"

I told her in the car that she wasn't to interrupt me for any reason unless it was an emergency.

Rules are put in place for a reason. And when they are broken there are certain consequences that must be given as a result.

We should be dead right now.

Marcellius doesn't play when it comes to his rules. But because he and Javier don't believe in harming women or children- she is safe. As for me... that is still to be determined.

Sienna simply giggled. I grabbed her shoulders and shook her, growing frustrated and impatient.

She fell to her knees, her fingers brushing my c**k as she eagerly struggled to unbuckle my pants.

I took her wrists in my hands, apologizing a second time to Marcellius. Sienna bit her lip, looking up at me with this "f**k me" look in her eyes.

As tantalizing as she was, the sight of her on her knees before me having me damn near about to explode, now was not the time or place.

"Smettila(Stop it)," I growled down at her.

When she didn't listen, I tossed her over my shoulder. "Mi dispiace(I'm sorry). I can assure you that this will not happen again."

"Just take care of her," Marcellius said.

****

Dropping her on my bed, I paced back and forth, fighting the urge to shout and scold her for embarrassing me in front of men who are not only my business partners, but two of the most dangerous Mafia leaders in New York.

I pictured my son in my head, the thought melting away my anger. Sighing deeply, I helped Sienna out of her clothes.

Pulling off her heels, I set them down neatly at the foot of the bed and got to work on her dress. Unzipping her out of the blinding sequined material, I left to hang the dress up in my closet before returning.

Grabbing the extra blanket at the end of the bed, I covered her half naked body. Shaking my head, I contiuned to stare down at her, while gently stroking her curls.

"You weren't being a very good girl tonight," I murmured.

She stirred in her sleep, murmuring back, "It's not... my fault. I... tried to tell him."

I stopped stroking her hair, my heart rate increasing and the blood in my veins boiling from the fury building up inside me.

I kept my voice calm, despite wanting to break every damn piece of furniture in this room. "Tell who what, mia cara(my dear)?"

"I told him that you wouldn't like him touching me, but he kissed my neck and said he wasn't afraid of you."

Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply through my nose before exhaling. I wanted to blame her for the dress she insisted that she wear, but knew it wasn't her fault for what happened.

She was drunk. And besides, it was really my fault for not making it more clear that she belonged to me.

She tried opening her eyes, but exhaustion was consuming her. "You're not... mad at me, are you?"

"No, not at you." I leaned in to kiss her forehead. "Get some rest, mia cara(my dear)."

She hummed, sleep taking over. Giving her hair one last light caress, I called Rafaele to bring my car around and ordered Angel to keep an eye on her.

"Where are you going, boss?" Angel asked, glancing over my shoulder to look at Sienna.

"Out.