Page 69 of Possessive Mafia Vows

“What about my apartment? I have to vacate it soon.” She’s running out of steam, and I wonder how many arguments with Victoria she has lost in the past.

“That’s sorted then.” Victoria finishes her coffee and eyes up the glasses of champagne on the glass-topped table. “Vacate it now, then there’s nothing holding you back.”

“It’s not that easy.” Sienna slumps back against the sofa, and the baby lets out a feeble cry.

“It’s absolutely that easy.” Victoria checks the time on her watch. “Three hours. My baby is hungry.” She scoops Holly out of Sienna’s arms and sits back down, placing a muslin cloth over the baby’s face while she prepares to feed her.

Sienna still hasn’t touched her champagne as if she’s afraid to let the bubbles go to her head. “I’ve never traveled that far on my own. I’ve never traveled anywhere on my own.”

“Si,” Victoria says, “you’re the strongest person I know. You’re not going to let a flight to Dublin beat you.”

“It isn’t just the flight though.”

She doesn’t need to say anything else. I can see it in her eyes that this isn’t about the flight. She’s overwhelmed by the curveballsthat life keeps throwing at her whenever she believes that she’s finally on the right path.

“I’ll travel with you.” The words spill into the room before I can think this through. “I’ll introduce you to the Murrays, make sure you’re settled, and then I’ll fly back to New York. Victoria is right. A week in Ireland will make you wonder why you stayed in the city for so long.”

Caleb is quiet.

Victoria knows how I feel about Sienna, and she gives me a smile that says she’d hug me if she wasn’t currently feeding her baby.

“You’re needed here, Kyle,” Sienna says, shaking her head. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking. I’m offering. No strings attached.”

There’s nothing I’d enjoy more than staying in Ireland with her. But the first hint of me pulling a stunt on her like the one Nick Morris pulled tonight will have her packing a suitcase and leaving the city behind in a cloud of grimy polluted dust.

It could go either way. After what Sienna has been through, she could thank me with a dazzling smile and ask me to prepare the private jet, or she could dash into the elevator before any of us can stop her and run straight back to the surgeon with the ulterior motive. If it’s the latter, I expect I’ll be serving a prison sentence soon for hurling him from the top of the Wraith.

“How long could I stay?”

The question sends a surge of adrenaline through my veins.

We’re traveling to Ireland together.

Me and Sienna.

Sienna and me.

I’m finally going to get her out of Mr. Morris’s sleazy clutches and somewhere safe, somewhere that she might hopefully reevaluate our relationship without the pressures of the city weighing down on her.

“As long as you like.” Caleb picks up the conversation while my heart performs a tap dance inside my rib cage. “As long as it takes.”

Sienna stands and sways on the spot, sitting back down on the couch heavily. She raises a hand to her temple and closes her eyes.

“Sienna?” I crouch on the floor in front of her, acutely conscious that I’m the second man to go down on their knees for her tonight. “What’s wrong? Are you sick?”

“I’m fine. I just came over a little dizzy. I should go.”

She grips my hand tightly and tries to stand again, still wobbly.

“It’s the champagne. I haven’t eaten.”

“You’re coming with me.” I link my arm with hers; she’s shaking, which is hardly surprising after the day she has had. “You can have my spare room for tonight. We’ll discuss the trip to Ireland tomorrow once you’ve had some sleep and some food.”

She doesn’t even argue.

Victoria’s eyes follow us across the room. “I’ll come and see you in the morning, Si.”

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