Sienna DiMarco
“I don't think I can…” As soon as I said that, I felt a sharp pain and leaned into Sal.
“Sienna?” His arms quickly steadied me,
Sandro, Santino… whatever his name was, froze and looked at me with terrified eyes. “I am getting a car,” he said, and I looked at Salvatore.
“Sal?” I looked up at him, and then I felt something run down my legs.
I moved my trembling hands between my legs and saw blood. “Sal…” I gasped, my chin trembling and my eyes tearing up.
“Sandro will bring the truck, we will take you to the hospital,” he said, his voice soft and at the same time empty. His eyes were fixed on my belly, and his jaw was tight. He helped me sit on a couch.
“It is going to get dirty,” I moaned, not really in all my senses. The pain, blood, and fear are taking over me
