Sienna Galeon

Everything escalated from this morning from waking up to deciding my actions.  It was quite easy to be honest. Last night after our 'talk', I have found myself wanting to know his answer. And I thought he would come to my room and let me know. But no, nobody came this morning to my room, it was almost noon by the time I've finally gone mad with myself thinking over and over if weather or not he decided yes or no.

And it was bullshit that nobody came to my room at all for breakfast. Like they forgot me.

So I decided my actions were justified when last night's dinner was over, I stole the fork I had in my hand. Praying he didn't notice and he didn't, I'm sure my proposal caught him so off guard that it was the smallest thing he didn't seem to figure out.

I was going to use the fork as some sort of weapon if things didn't go well. Like him deciding to off me while I'm asleep. So I snuck it with me and placed it under my pillow.

Then when he didn't come nor anyone else, I decided to use the said fork to my advantage.

I wanted out of this room and find Nicolai and curse him out so bad he wouldn't imagine such words existed.

Finding an outlet on a wall I grip the end of the fork as my hand is covered by the end of  the black t shirt I'm wearing. Plugging the sharp edges into the slit of the outlet. I yelp in a scare as sparks start spewing out--landing on the carpet by me. A small flame ignited, slowly flourishing in other patches of flames.

Well shit, I didn't think this through.

The floor is on fire, and I'm in a locked room. So smart Sienna.

Running to the bedroom door I start banging on the door with frighten haste, "FIRE! THERES A FIRE! LET ME OUT!" I start kicking the door at this point screaming when the flames grow, "NICO!"

All I wanted was to know Nicolais' answer.

But now I may never know because I'd burn to death, literally. 

Even as a captive to the most dangerous made man heard of, I'd die in a fire...and still not be married as I longed for since I was little.

The irony is outstanding.

Is no body going to get me out?

Click. The door unlocks and an unfamiliar man opens the door. He snarls down at me, "you stupid bitch, what did you do!?" He shouts, grabbing me by the arm.

Trying to pull out of his grip, his hold tightens causing me to wince, and cry, "let go! You're hurtng me!"

"Nico!" I shout hoping he'd come, I need his answer. I can't help it, I'm programed that way. My emotions are so heightened right now I couldn't even focus as the man--manhandles me with vice grip.

Until the man's hand comes down on me and back hands me in the face. His ring slices my lip and dents my upper cheek area. Cazzo, that hurt like a mother!

I cry as he restrains me whirling me around as my back presses against his chest. Wrapping me in his embrace and shoving me with him towards the stairs. Pushing me while struggle to follow his pace. "I-I will tell Nico what you did!" I threaten hoping it will work.

"Shut up, cunt." He growls. Growls...really?

We finally made it down the stairs not that it wasn't difficult but my toes are in pain as I was forced to move against my will  where my toes slide across on the carpet of the steps causing my poor piggys to have carpet burn.

I hear the man speak Russian in the air and I'd guess he just alerted whoever of what happened in the black piece of contraption in his ear that I seen earlier at the door.

Then their he was, the man who I blame that started this all. Wheeling in here with all his glory. I'm so mad at him right now and all I could do was glare at him.

He is wearing a black robe as if he just woke up and didn't get dressed. His hair is ruffled as if he'd comb his fingers through them multiple times.

Fierce blue eyes roved around my figure until they land on my face. Zoning in on my lip and cheek. His eyes darken ever so slightly, "what is going on here?" He says in a low tone, sounding almost as lethal then his stare.

I didn't give the man behind me a chance to speak on my behalf, "where were you?" I ask, breathless.

Nico tilts his head, confusion masking his face, "what?"

"I asked where were you? I've been in my room all morning and no one came. I-I was w-waiting for you, for your answer. But nobody came." My voice cracks, "I-I panicked and thought maybe..." I exhale a shaky breath before my ranting began, "I only started the fire from the fork I stole from dinner and used it on an outlet because I was going mad in that room. Of not knowing your answer and maybe I thought for a second that I was forgotten. I might be a little hungry since I missed breakfast as well and that might possibly have clouded my judgement just a smidge. Oh and this asshole behind me bitch slapped me like a coin bouncing off a strippers ass."

Sometimes it feels good to let it all out.

After I was done I look up to see him, his eyes have not once left my face, but his mouth is frowning deeply, causing frown lines around his mouth a little. Makes me want to poke them and lift them up into a smile, but metaphorically. Never poke the bear in his own den.

Until his gorgeous eyes land on the man behind me, a cut throat silence between them before he speaks, "let go of her, Jake."

Jake let's go of me, "Sienna step to the side." Nicolai orders me.

I frown but didn't think anything of it, "um okay." I step to the side.

"More."

"Okay?" I take another step away to the side.

It happen so fast like it never happened but it did. Like a fever dream gone bad, so very bad.

Nicolai snaps a pistol out from where ever it came from and pulls the trigger. A heavy thump to the marble floor echoes around us as the 'Jake' lays there dead from a bullet that went clean through his gaping mouth. Deep red brown blood pooling around him in heavy flows.

"Violence is never the answer, Caro." I say, before touching my hurt lip, "merda, he got me good."

Nico didn't find the humor in that, putting his gun back beneath his robe and rolls his wheels towards me as he shouts to his men from across the room, "is the fire out Dimitri?"

"Yes boss, Don got it covered. But the room is in shambles as the fire grew. Everything is burnt to a crisp-nothing but black crispy--"

"Okay, I get it. Now leave us." Nico bits out.

Once we are alone Nicolai speaks, "come with me."

Reluctantly I follow behind him following him right into a big proclein looking kitchen, with a big two door fridge and an oven that could fit a person into it. " take a seat." He says gesturing to the open counter bar with stools around the island.  Taking the seat I watch as he wheels around effortlessly with ease, opening the fridge and bringing out what looks to be a bag of bagels and a container of I'm assuming cream cheese. Then a container of fresh strawberries from the crisper.

I couldn't help my chest expanding in warmth as I realize that he was making me food.

Heart you stop it right now!

Falling, no you are not...falling, no.

He dumps the bagel slices in a toaster before turning around to me, "you are crazy, you know that? So put the crazy away right now and listen and listen well..." he slows his words at the end before glaring up at me from across the kitchen island. "Don't you ever and I mean ever cause a scene like that again. "

I bite my bottom lip.

"Am. I. Understood." He firmly states each word with hotness.

I nod slowly in return.

"Words Sienna, use words." He snaps.

"Yes, sure. No more." I agree because I was never doing that again. I almost died.

Turning around he take out the bagel slice and lathers on the cream cheese before putting it on a plate and placing a couple strawberries to the side.

Sliding the plate towards me, "eat." He orders.

I didn't have to be asked twice before digging in.

Silence envelopes us as I eat while he stares intently with every bite I take. The room felt smaller as his eyes watch my lips. Tension arises with warmth between my thighs, causing me to close them. The heat and darkness in his blue eyes stays on my lips as I chew slowly and methodically.

"For now on you will be sleeping in my room. Only because I don't trust you in any of my other quest rooms from the comotion you have made this morning."

Almost choking on my bagel I stop eating and look at him like he just told me he grew a pair of new legs, "but...where will you sleep?" I ask.

Nico smirks wickedly, "on my bed of course."

My eyebrows crinkle inward, "where would I sleep then?"

"On the floor."

Bastard.

"Okay." I reply snoodly.

"Okay." He huffs.

"Okay." I rebuttel.

He snarls, "God dammit, woman."

I was going to reply with 'I can do this all day' playing the last word-in game, but I was now reminded of my earlier distress.

Placing my half eaten bagel down and brush off the crumbs from my hands, "so...do you have an answer?" I ask shyly.

I couldn't look him in the eyes, because frankly I didn't want to get hurt if it is going to be another no.

But the silence afterwards is killing me slowly. Like dangling a carrot that will never be reached.

Only my eyes deceive me when I finally look up and see that he was staring off into a far away place looking past my shoulders. A frown touches his lips and a deep sigh releases through.

Deep sudden saddness clogs into me like a freight train. Was marrying me so bad that even a cold blooded made man killer wouldn't even think twice of marrying me?

I take this silence as my answer while getting up to leave only for a deep silky voice stop me in my steps.

"Yes."

It was a simple word if you think about it. Just as simple as breathing. But that one word igniting something within me. Something I wouldn't say is happiness, love or relief but something my therapist would chastise me for.

Yearning

Something yearning pentrated my heart like a magnet meeting metal. Like a bullet meeting it's target.

I've yearned for this for so long and now--

I whirl around and run towards him which catches Nico so off guard by my sudden movements. I land into his lap and hug him, kissing his cheek, chin and the side of his perfect jawline that is dusted with a 5 o'clock shadow.

His entire body goes ridged, his breath hitches as I assault him.

He didn't know what to do with his hands as they are still glued to his armrests on each side.

"Boss, we need to talk-" someone stops at the side of the kitchen entrance. From what I remember that would be Donovan.

Nico pushes me off him and clears a throat, "don't do that again." He tells me before leaving me alone in the kitchen.

'Don't do that again.'

I didn't let the words seep into me as I smile to myself.

He said yes.