Page 43 of Possessive Mafia Vows

“Are you always this stubborn?” I try to lighten the mood, but my timing is clearly way off-target.

“Only when it involves making my own decisions.”

I lower my hand. “Seamus will take you. But you’re coming back to the Wraith tonight when the gallery closes. I’ll leave the key to your suite with the concierge.”

“I don’t work for you, Kyle. You can’t tell me what to do.”

I nod. “Please will you come back here tonight?”

The elevator door opens, and she steps inside. When she turns around to face me, her expression has softened a little, the haunted look that appeared in her eyes when I told her about my father having been smoothed away.

“Okay.”

“Thank you.”

I watch the door close, taking her away from me as the numbers on the control panel start counting down.

I unlock my phone and call Seamus. “She’s on her way down. Don’t let her out of your sight.”

She doesn’t want my protection, but I’m hoping she has at least accepted that it’s what’s best for her.

I go to my desk and call Lauren. “Can you allocate a suite to Sienna Walker and leave the key with the exec concierge?”

“Sienna Walker? Is that the?—”

I cut the call. Seamus is ringing my mobile.

“I lost her.”

My gut clenches. “What do you mean, you lost her? She was in the elevator.”

“She ran before I could stop her. Sorry, boss.”

“Find her. I’ll cover the gallery and her apartment.”

I call Terry and explain the situation. “I’m calling a family meeting. How soon can you get here?”

By the time Terry, Cash, and Bash are seated on the couches in my office, Seamus and two members of Terry’s security team have tracked Sienna to an apartment building in Queens. When she left the Wraith, it seems she ran straight into the arms of her father as he stumbled out of the casino after pulling an all-nighter.

I let her go. My men are under strict orders to notify me the moment she leaves the building.

What I really want to do is go straight there, bang on every apartment door until I find her, and bring her back here with me, but I promised I wasn’t trying to trap her, and at least she isn’t alone. I’m not sure how proactive her father will be in keeping her safe, but I’m consoling myself that while she’s with him, Nick can’t get to her.

The lesser of two evils.

“You must promise me that what I’m about to tell you doesn’t reach Mom.” I kickstart the meeting with a bang.

Bash knocks back a whiskey shot. “You have to tell us what it is before we can agree to that.”

“Bash is right,” Cash joins in. “I mean, if you’re about to tell us that Holly isn’t Caleb’s daughter, well…” He shrugs. “I’m not withholding that kind of information. Mom will string us up by our bollocks and leave us to?—”

“Lads, I think we get the picture,” Terry interjects.

Deep breath. I thought I could handle this without involving Terry and my brothers. I was wrong.

“Nick Morris. Cosmetic surgeon. He’s been treating Sienna since the accident.”

I have their attention. The twins might wind each other up and mess around a lot of the time, but they know when it’s time to stop the banter and get serious.

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