Page 35 of One Wild Night

"No," Diego smiled, handing me a glass of whiskey. "I can't believe one of my men would do that to me—to us."

"Have you heard of someone named Paul Jenkins?" Diego shook his head. "Mario was working for him."

"I'll ask around." Diego smiled. "Though, I have no doubt that you'll hunt this Paul Jenkins person down yourself. I wouldn't want to be him when you do find him."

He was right, of course, but as I finished my whiskey, all that was racing around my head was that in less than twenty-four hours, I'd be able to see Siena again. After our fucking incredible weekend together, knowing how fucking perfect her body was and how her pussy felt wrapped around my cock, I had no idea how I was going to act around her.

Jamie and Bennett were outside waiting for me.

"What's next, bossman?" Bennett asked.

"Home," I smiled. "Good luck trying to smuggle all your new guns in."

"I'm sure Bennett will find a way," Jamie smirked. "He's always been so inventive."

"I tried to shove a gun up my ass crackonetime, Jamie. Are you going to mock me for the rest of my life?" Bennett complained as we collected our bags.

"Probably," Jamie laughed.

It looked like it was going to be an interesting trip back home with the boys.

I couldn't wait to be back in my own bed. Part of me wondered if Siena's scent would still be on my pillows. Fuck, I was so screwed! I hoped I could keep my shit together when I finally did see her again.

Chapter 14

Siena

Istayed at the clubas long as I could once I was finished dancing. I had even picked up two additional slots for the day. I didn't want to go home and face reality. After about four hours, though, Tony's driver walked into the club and made his way over to me.

"Miss Trixie, Mr. Valenti has instructed me to bring you home now. He's waiting for you there." Knowing I didn't have much of a choice, I said goodbye to Star and Bambi, and followed him out to the car. When we arrived back at the mansion, I walked in, intending to head straight up to the guest room, but my plans were foiled quickly by Tony.

"Trixie, I'm so glad you're here. Will you please join me for dinner? I'd really like to talk to you." With a roll of my eyes, I followed him into the dining room silently. He could talk all he wanted, but I didn't feel like saying a damn word.

The dining room had been completely transformed. The table was set intimately for two, with three pillar candles serving as the centerpiece. There were also smaller candles lit throughout the room, providing a soft atmosphere that I'm sure was supposed to be romantic. I wanted to turn around and sprint up to my room, but I didn't. What was the harm in listening to what he had to say?

I had taken a seat after moving my chair about a foot away from his, and then waited for him to start. With a frown on his face, he took the other seat. "Trixie, I'm so sorry. You have every right to be pissed off at me, but I want you to know that I love you." I tried to push away from the table, but he rushed on quickly. "I understand that things are going to take some time to get back to the way they were, but I'm willing to wait for that. I wanted to organize this dinner tonight to prove to you exactly what you mean to me. I can't stand it that you're not talking to me, Trixie. Will you say something please?"

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