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  Heading back into the room, I grabbed his wallet and truck keys, then snuck out the same way I had snuck in.

  Ryan Trent’s biggest mistake was that he had opted to stay in a low-budget motel instead of coughing up the money for a nice place to stay. People think staying in seedy motels helped them fly under the radar, but it didn’t. Nice hotels had better security and more people who were willing to do the right thing or call the police about any suspicious activity.

  Seedy motels in seedy neighborhoods were full of people too busy trying to survive to pay attention to shit that was none of their business. It wasn’t that they didn’t care, it was just that they cared about themselves more.

  Plus, what kind of stupid dick made a getaway in their own vehicle? Especially, when it was a huge, lifted, white monstrosity? Either he was super stupid or super arrogant, but either way, one of those realities had been his downfall.

  Texting Sal that I had the package, I knew he’d be sending a cleaning crew over soon. Taking Ryan’s wallet with me, I left the keys just inside the back windowsill, letting Sal know where they were.

  With Ryan Trent in the trunk and Romeo in the front driver’s seat, I got into the back of the car and texted Robbie.

  Me: How is she doing?

  RM: Still sleeping. I think she’s going 2 sleep thru the nite.

  Me: Thanks again, R.

  RM: No problem.

  Me: See u soon.

  RM: Stay safe.

  I slid my phone in my pocket and let out a deep sigh. It’s been a long fucking day, and while I wanted to go home and curl up in bed with Sienna, I had to get the asshole in the trunk secured and to The Funhouse.

  I was also fucking starving.

  Between the hospital, getting Sienna back to my place, hunting this stupid cunt down, I haven’t eaten in hours and I was fucking starving.

  It was funny how throughout all the murder and mayhem, basic bodily needs still prevailed, and a man still had to piss, shit, and eat. With my stomach growling, I shot Ciro a text.

  Me: Any food at TF?

  Even though it was close to three in the morning, Ciro replied.

  CM: Just finishing up here. I can have sumthing waiting 4 u when u get here.

  No wonder Robbie had left Mattia with Frankie and Phoenix and Ciro let Robbie stay at my place. Granted, she had Umberto with her, and my place was just as safe as their condo, but it made more sense now that I knew he was working.

  Me: That’d be great. Thanks.

  CM: No problem, kiddo.

  Dropping my head back and relaxing against the seat, my mind started drifting to Sienna and the odds of her not needing a big wedding. I could wait until the cast was off but I’d rather not.

  The sooner she was a Benetti, the better.

  Chapter 22

  Sienna~

  I had no idea what was going on, but waking up sore and exhausted, the look on Leo’s face wasn’t a comforting one.

  The bastard looked sheepish.

  After we’d gotten back to his home which, by the way, was a condo I’d never be able to afford in a million damn years, he had rolled me into his bedroom, gotten me comfortable on the bed, and had vanished with the promise that he’d be back as soon as he could.

  However, either from the adrenaline crash or a system full of pain killers, I had slept through the entire night. I wasn’t sure what time it was, but the sun was peeking through the drapes, a clear indication that the day had already begun quite a while ago.

  My plan had been to take a shower, then call my supervisor to find out how all of this worked. I’ve never taken leave from work before due to injury, so I wasn’t sure what paperwork needed to be filled out or how long I was able to be out before losing my job.

  I also had to grab some things from my apartment if I was really going to recuperate here. I needed a change of clothing, even if they were just going to be t-shirts and sweatpants for the foreseeable future. Not to mention underwear.

  And if that weren’t exhausting enough, I still had to call Verona and tell her what happened. Not the whole Leo killing Ryan part, but about the fight and my leg. I was just going to have to convince her to stay in Michigan because if I knew my sister-and I did-as soon as I tell her, she’ll be making flight plans within seconds, and I just couldn’t have her meeting Leo like this. Not now, and not while I was still trying to wrap my head around my decision to stay with him.

  I stared at the gorgeous man and he looked so damn guilty, I asked, “What?”

  “If it’s any consolation, Luca and Sal aren’t here,” he winced, and that’s when I knew it was bad.

  “I’m sorry, what?”

  The jerk was smirking, and I did my best to fight against the power of those damn dimples. “Do you remember me telling you about Ciro and Phoenix?” I nodded. “Well, I had Ciro’s wife spend the night here last night while I was out.”

  I was unexpectedly touched by that. “What time is it, Leo?”

  “Almost three in the afternoon,” he answered, shocking me.

  “Holy crap,” I rushed out. “I can’t believe I slept that long.”

  He reached out and rubbed my good leg. “You went through a lot, baby.”

  “I suppose,” I mumbled, a yawn fighting through.

  “Anyway, Robbie went home when I showed up this morning, and well…”

  I eyed him. “Well, what?”

  “She came back,” he winced again.

  “And?”

  “She brought everyone with her,” he announced.

  “Meaning?”

  “With the exception of Luca and Sal, everyone else is in the living room,” he said. “Robbie, Ciro, Frankie, Phoenix, and the babies.”

  My hands automatically went to my hair. “Oh, my God, Leo,” I whisper-yelled. “I can’t meet anyone looking like this.”

  “You look beautiful,” he lied, and I called him on it.

  “Uh, you’re lying. And right to my face, might I add,” I pointed out. “And I am not meeting anyone without a shower, Leo. I-oh, God, I don’t even have any clothes with me or-”

  The jerk chuckled. “Whoa, easy there, Sienna,” he said. “I packed you a bag.” He jerked his head towards a bag sitting on one of the plush armchairs in the room.

  “How did you-never mind,” I exhaled.

  Leo grinned. “I didn’t break in your apartment,” he clarified. “I borrowed the keys in your purse.”

  I rolled my eyes at that because we both knew he didn’t need my keys to get into my apartment. However, instead of arguing to a pointless win, I said, “I’m not going out there without a shower first, Leo.”

  “I figured,” he said. “So, let’s get you into the shower.”

  I didn’t say anything as he pushed the wheelchair over and it was nothing for him to lift me and put in the chair. After making sure my leg was secure, he wheeled me into a massive bathroom.

  Like the rest of the place, it was state-of-the-art, sleek and impressive. I sat in the chair as Leo rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows and sinewy forearms never looked so sexy. Especially, with those tattoos of his peeking out like they were. I stared like a lovesick fool as he turned on the water and adjusted the temperature.

  When he slid the glass door all the way back, I noticed a seat lined up against the back of the shower. The insecure woman in all of us wondered why he’d had one installed, and how many times he’s needed to use it, and in how many ways.

  “That’s convenient,” I muttered, some of the insecurity shining through.

  He stilled, and it was a long, excruciating second before he turned back to face me. I could feel my face rush with embarrassment, but the words were already out there. There wasn’t much I could do about it now.

  Leo peered down at me and it wasn’t until I finally made eye contact with him that he finally spoke. “It is, actually.” My gut clenched. "When you’ve been stabbed or shot that seat helps.”

  Now I really felt like a tool.
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  “Oh.”

  Leo dropped on his haunches, steam rising at his back. “Sienna, I don’t bring women back to my place,” he told me. “There is a very limited amount of people who are welcomed here. We take our safety and the security of our organization very seriously.” My face was seriously on fire. I could feel it. “Hotels exist for more reasons than just a good night’s sleep.”

  “I’m sorry,” I grumbled. “It was…a stupid comment.”

  “Sienna, it’s very important to me that you trust me,” he said. “There are going to be lots of times when I’ll disappear for a couple of days or you won’t be able to get a hold of me. I can’t have you thinking that other women will ever be the reason for that.”

  “I think…I think I’m just feeling overwhelmed, Leo,” I replied. “I’ve been…hit with a lot this last week.”

  He nodded softly. “Let’s get you in the shower,” he said, graciously changing the subject.

  I didn’t say anything as Leo wrapped up my cast. Luckily, nothing had broken above the knee, so I wasn’t completely immobile.

  Once Leo had my leg all wrapped up nice and waterproof, I practically foamed at the mouth as Leo began to undress. He really was a beautiful specimen, and it was a treat to be able to see him like this.

  Supporting all my weight, he undressed me next, and soon, he had me sitting on the shower seat that really was turning out to be extremely convenient. I let Leo wash me everywhere and I even let him wash and condition my hair. His shower came with dual detachable shower heads on both sides of the shower, massaging jets, and I really didn’t know how I was going to ever leave here.

  Then out of the blue, he said, “It really is hard to have you naked and not fuck you.”

  I choked out a shocked laugh. “You have a house full of people, Leo.”

  “And that’s the only reason I don’t have my face buried in your pussy,” he harrumphed.

  “I do have a broken leg, you know?”

  He chuckled as he turned off the water. “If you think a broken leg is going to keep me from eating that pussy of yours, you’re sadly mistaken, baby.”

  That pussy he liked eating so much clenched and I knew I’d be in trouble if I didn’t switch topics quick. “Can we just get on with it, please?”

  The jackass grinned. “Eating your pussy?”

  “Leo!”

  He chuckled. “C’mon,” he said. “Let’s get you dressed and ready to meet everyone.”

  I let Leo take care of me, and after I was dried, dressed, and teeth brushed, I brushed my hair and tossed it into a bun on the top of my head. I debated putting on makeup, but a bruise was forming near the corner of my mouth, a perfect companion to my split lip. Trying to cover it with thick makeup would make it just look garish, so I opted for a fresh face.

  When I was finally presentable, I wheeled my way into the bedroom and Leo was, once again, dressed, but no suit jacket. I guess nixing the jacket was his version of casual.

  “Ready?”

  I shook my head. “Not in the least,” I admitted.

  “Well, then, I guess I’ll just have to find a way to relax you.”

  Chapter 23

  Leonardo~

  “Stay away from me, Leonardo Benetti,” she said sternly. “We are not-”

  “What?” I teased, already reaching for her.

  “Leo, your family is here,” she hissed. “And I have a broken leg.”

  Scooping her up from the chair and placing her on the bed, I whispered, “Just let me eat your pussy, Sienna. You know you want me to.”

  “I can’t face your family after letting you…you…”

  “Letting me what?” I teased, my hand sliding up beneath her loose shirt, my palm already cupping her tit. “Let me ease the tension.” I got comfortable on my knees between her spread thighs.

  “Leo-”

  “C’mon, baby,” I pressured. “You know how much I love eating you out.”

  She let out a low moan. “Leo, we can’t…”

  I slid my hand from her tit downward to slide through the waistband of her sweats. “Then let me make you cum, at least,” I offered.

  Her hands wrapped around my forearm. “Leo…” Her voice was weak and her protests even weaker.

  Careful not to jostle her broken leg, I pushed against her right thigh with one hand while I touched on that sensitive clit of her with my fingers. Her head fell back in surrender and that was all the permission I needed.

  I pushed on her chest until she as laying on the bed, her knees dangling off the side. Sliding two fingers in her pussy, I’d already known it was all bluster. Sienna was soaked enough that my fingers slid right in. And if that was proof enough, her widening her legs for me sure was.

  “How’s your leg, baby?”

  “I…”

  I pulled my fingers from her body and lifted her leg, placing it on the bed. After arranging her in a more comfortable position, I slid one side of her sweatpants and panties down and let the other side dangle over her cast. Pushing her good leg up and back as I climbed up in between her legs, all attempts at modestly flew out the window when I slid my tongue between her wet folds.

  But when she moaned, I reached over, grabbed a pillow, then tossed it to her. I pulled my face away from her cunt long enough to say, “Moan into that if you don’t want them hearing you.”

  Now, did I care if my family knew we were in here fucking around? Not at all. At any given moment, you better call or text first if you were going to stop by Luca’s, Phoenix’s, or Ciro’s since they got married because with our days and nights being so sporadic those men got inside their wives whenever the opportunity arose, and they didn’t care who knew it.

  Seriously.

  It was a wonder there weren’t more babies crawling around with the love stories they were living every day.

  When Sienna placed the pillow over her face, I went back to tasting that sweet treasure she had between her legs, and even if I didn’t get off, I didn’t care. Never mind that her body probably wasn’t up to the vigorous efforts of sex right now, but pleasing Sienna was a desire all on its own. That was the difference between satisfying a woman who was just there to get your dick wet and satisfying the woman you cared about. With the woman you cared about, there was no sense of obligation to reciprocate. With Sienna, I just wanted her pleased and happy.

  Sienna’s hips rose, grinding against my face, and mindful of her cast, I used my shoulders to open her up wider and three fingers were already sliding in. No work up to the three, just straight finger fucking and pussy eating. As much as I’d love to take my time, we needed to get the meet-and-greet over with, so she could get some more rest. And after meeting that bunch, she was going to need it.

  Her moans were muffled against the pillow, but I still heard them all the same. Encouraged by those sounds, I worked my fingers and tongue to bring her to the point of explosion. I wasn’t sure how long I was buried in her pussy, but I could make out my name in the pillow as her body squeezed the fuck out of my fingers. Eating her through her orgasm, I waited until she was a twitching mess before pulling my tongue and fingers from her body. Looking at my handiwork, watching her cream leaking from her body, I was careful of her sensitive clit as I licked her clean.

  And I do mean absolutely fucking clean.

  Standing up, I pulled the pillow from her face and the beautiful girl looked asleep. I chuckled as I put her underwear and sweats back in place, then headed towards the bathroom to wash my hands and brush my teeth. Now, normally, I’d leave the taste of her pussy on my tongue, but I expected Robbie to kiss my cheek when they were ready to leave, and I wasn’t that crude.

  When I walked back into the bedroom, Sienna was sitting up, but she looked fine. Beautiful with her fresh face and fine.

  “Is your leg okay?”

  She smiled lazily. “My everything is okay,” she murmured, and I laughed. Sienna Conti was going to be the best thing to ever happen to me. I just knew it.

  “
Let’s get you into that chair.” Together, we got her back in the wheelchair and it wasn’t that big of a feat. Sienna was a little thing, so carrying her around for the next few weeks wasn’t going to be that big of a deal.

  On my haunches in front of her, getting her settled in, I announced, “We’re ditching the condoms, Sienna.”

  Her head jerked. “We are?”

  “I thought I already made that clear,” I reminded her.

  “I thought that was just…you know, dirty talk,” she replied, shrugging a shoulder.

  I stood up after making sure she was good in the chair. “Is there a reason we need to keep using them?”

  “Besides, it being the responsible thing to do?” she drawled out.

  “Look, I don’t fuck without condoms,” I told her. “I never have, so I’m not worried about my physical, which I’ll have in good faith.”

  “Leo-”

  “And with you being a nurse, I imagine you’ve taken your safety just as seriously, so what’s the problem?”

  Her brows shot up. “While I trust you and I know I’m healthy, there’s more to consider here, Leo,” she replied. “Even though I’m on birth control, nothing is one-hundred percent safe.”

  I walked around and grabbed the wheelchair handles to push her along. “And?”

  “Jesus Christ, Leo,” she rushed out. “I haven’t even wrapped my mind around dating you and you’re talking children.”

  Pushing her out of the bedroom, I told her, “We’re getting married as soon as your cast is off. Now, if you don’t care about walking down the aisle, then we can get married as soon as I get the paperwork signed. It’s up to you.”

  “Are you insane?” she asked, though I was pretty sure she wasn’t really expecting an answer. “We haven’t even been dating two months.”

  “That’s eons longer than Luca and Ciro were dating their wives, so don’t talk to me about time, woman.”

  “That doesn’t-wait, what?”

  “Both Luca and Ciro married their wives after only dating for like a week or some shit,” I explained. “And the couples couldn’t be happier.”