Sienna DiMarco
Fear. It was all I could feel when I felt the pain. The fact that it happened when Sal was a bit was comforting. I was not alone; I didn't have to go through this alone, especially after what happened to my sister and her baby.
I heard Sal and Sandro talk about kicking them out of the small town I have adopted as my heaven. I was on board with the idea. I was done playing nice, and if we needed to play a bit dirty, that is how it would be.
Sandro smirked when I asked him to kick them out. Sal smiled because I used Italian. “Sorella, you speak Italian very nicely,” Sandro said, and I smiled.
“I was groomed to be the perfect wife to a business mogul, so yeah. I am fluent in a few languages,” I said, and he smiled.
“So, your friend,” Sandro smiled, and I rolled my eye
