Sienna Galeon

To the wake of early morning where the sun shines through the opened curtains, colors of orange and pink from the rising sun lights the room. A coolness to the bedroom air sets a comfortable warmth when hugging the blankets around me to warm me up in a cocoon. I've been awake for some time now, staring up at the ceiling, hearing the air conditioning coming through the vents. A soft humming noise settles in this quiet place in bed with Nico beside me, shoulder to shoulder.

I've forgot to undress last night, so I am still in my dress from yesterday.

Good thing I didn't still wear my heels in bed but honestly I probably wouldn't have realized if I did or not because I was so worried for Nicolai and was so focused on him when he got into bed.

Another day, another way to spend with him. After yesterday I have come to realize It didn't matter if this wedding was formal or not. If I am not getting a wedding dress of my dreams or even flowers...

Just the two of us signing papers of his contract and our marriage licenses is good enough.

I wonder if he realizes that I've given up alot for him already. Honestly, I am a little hurt...

Because I don't know if he actually would give up anything for me in return, not that he hasn't yet but I doubt it.

To me marriage is a give or take situation. Or at least negotiate what would be given or taken in regards of said situation.

Maybe I am just flawed in a way that I can't help it. Like right now as I slowly get out of bed without waking Nico up to get ready and give him what he needs, breakfast.

I go to the bathroom to change and brush my teeth for the day. A simple cute low riding denim jeans that flares on the ends, matching it with a deep magenta blouse that buttons up and it has long sleeves. Black boots with a zipper on the sides of them, I zip it up and pull the flare jeans over it. I choose a foundation that actually matches my skin tone when I got it yesterday when shopping. A red and pink tint highlighter on my upper cheekbones, matte nude lips--and dark mascara. Deciding to blush my nose to give it a little cuteness, and a color that sort of matches my shirt with eye shadow.

My hair is brushed and flowing behind my back when I give one last glance from my backside, I leave the bathroom--but not forgetting deodorant...gosh can't forget that.

Making my way to the bedroom door I sneak a glance over to the bed, Nico is still asleep. It's still early morning around 5a.m.

Walking down the stairs everything seems un-alive here. Not a soul in sight, no maids nor guards.

But I thought to soon when I get to the kitchen and see two people and one guard.

They all stop what they were doing and look up at me, "Miss Galeon." A lady nods towards me in acknowledgment.

Nodding in return, "I am just here to make Nicolai breakfast."

She looks at me weird, like shes in disbelief if I ever bet money on ones expression such as hers, "you? Make Master food? Isn't that our job, Miss."

"Yes but I would like to make him breakfast this morning. If its not a bother?" I ask, uneasy.

All of them look at me as if I am lost-or lost out of my mind...that could be possible.

I've learned to cook ever since I was little. Greta is to thank for that, she always told me that making a home cooked meal for a man is the secret to his heart.

So I am taking that advise.

"So if you could tell me what he likes I will be more than willing to get started." I say, feeling really spontaneous.

The lady looks at me for the longest time with a frown. But then I notice a slow smirk come into place when she finally speaks.

"Master Stone likes his eggs over easy, bacon crispy to a burn. One hard boil egg to the side if he doesn't feel up to eating much...he loves his coffee black and temping at a perfect 140° F. He hates grits, and cereal. He doesn't care much for gravy neither, just toast on the side, cut into triangles not whole. Master also likes his morning newspaper on his table beside his food."

Wow.

I have a picky and very specific fiance.

I smile to myself, "thank you."

It took the better half of an hour when everything is done. Only I messed up on the bacon part--I may have burnt it to nothing at this point. Char sticks I best describe them, and the coffee tempt at 120°F. But who notices that type of stuff? Does he whip out a thermometer and check it? Who knows.

Oh and I didn't forget his morning paper which being a younger generation I would think that his phone can give him the news faster but I guess he like holding it...

Placing silverware on the table, as on cue, I hear wheels coming through the kitchens threshold.

Looking up I wipe my hands on the apron I stole from the lady and smile brightly towards my grumpy looking man, "good morning!" I chirp.

Nico is wearing what he wore in bed, a grey shirt that hugged his muscles. Black sweats that hide everything to ones imagination, like mine.

His eyes pentrate mine like a hellfire that's about to rise before dropping his gaze to the table with food and a steaming cup of 120°F coffee.

"What's this?" He asks.

I shrug a shoulder grabbing my apron in gesture towards him, "I cooked you breakfast. "

If I were to bet money on how many times someone gave me a disbelieving look this morning, I'd be rich myself.

Nico wheels to the table and parks himself in front of the food. Blue eyes darkening at the plate of everything the lady says he likes.

Standing here feeling mildly stupid just doing that I grab a seat and fold my arms atop the table, "I wanted to be a dutiful soon to be wife for you. So I made you a 'home cooked meal'." I state with glee, picking up a fork and handing it him, "well...what are you waiting for? Eat."

He is still staring at my food I made him before meeting my eyes, a deep frown plasters his features, "where is your food?" He asks, voice low.

"Oh, I ate while cooking. So I'm good."

He seems to be okay with my answer before taking the fork out of my hand and digs in. I watch him take a piece of the char sticks and bite into it--it crunches with each chew he makes. My hopes kind of diminish when he grimaces before taking his cup of coffee and sips it slowly.

Nico smacks his lip once before looking into his coffee and takes another languid sip.

"It's cold."

"That's because you took so long getting here this morning." I lie.

"Lie. Your face has tell-tells, darling." He mutters still taking sips of the coffee.

I pout my bottom lip, "so...you don't like it?"

Of course I'd fail the 'making a 'home cooked meal' to win a mans heart'.

Nico places his cup down beside his plate before picking up his newspaper, opening it and hiding behind the paper ignoring me.

My heart stops when I realize that maybe I over stepped somewhere.

Until he speaks from behind the paper while turning a page, "It was delightful."

Delightful.

That's enough for me.

After breakfast Nico left for the day. It's been a long day without him. I've become bored many times until Donovon comes by to check up on me. I was just watching TV in the living area when he asked me, "The Kardashians, really?"

Yeah, well beggars can't be choosers especially when it's either this or reruns of the Twilight Zone.

He takes a seat across from me on a black leather loveseat decorated with gray plush pillows.

After moments of watching Kim eating a salad I speak, "what happened to Nico?"

Donovon is staring at the TV almost seeming engrossed, "that is not for me to tell, sweetheart."

"I would ask him myself but he always seems hot or cold. I'm trying not to be on his bad side right now." I confess placing the remote beside me on the couch.

"Why do you feel the need to be on his good side?"

Sighing, "am I not?"

He thinks about this for a second tapping his chin, "I think you are in a good place with him..."

Say what? "Sure." I say, unsure.

"Do I need to explain further?" He chuckles shaking his head, "he literally killed a handful of men since we've got you. He killed your driver from the Gala. He killed Cormac when he treated you like shit. He killed Jake because he hurt you. Listen...I can do this all day...Nicolai saved you from his enemies which were the Irish who wanted to work with your father instead of him. Now, that sounds alot like his good side."

I stay silent listening to his words of reasoning but, "this morning I made him breakfast. He looked like he hated it, the bacon--the 120°F coffee. His face said it all but then he tells me, 'it was delightful. '" I mimic his last words with a deep voice.

"Maybe he wanted to kill you with kindness?" Donovon laughs, "I don't know, sweetheart. But Nicolai was and is always hard to please--hard to soften. He had a pretty terrible childhood and upbringing. "

I wanted to know his past so badly, to connect with him but I can't pry.

But I am a nosy big mouth italian woman, "how many lovers did he have before?" I ask, anxious for the answer. What? It's not like women haven't asked how many women her man has been with.-vice versa.

Donovon swipes his palm down his face, blowing a long sigh put, "again, that's something I can't tell you but him."

I scoff, "oh come on. Help a girl out."

"I mean...I can only speak of two woman he has been with apart from sharing her with me and Dimitri. "

Say what now?

Hold up.

Back the fuck up.

Merda.

My eyes widen in shock while mouth practically on my damned lap, "wait a minute." I straighten up and lean towards Donovon as if to whisper, "you mean to tell me, you, Dimitri, and Nico had a foursome!"

"More than once, da."

Holy Grail take me.

"Okay so you need to tell me in specific ways how this all happened! Who was where and what part--"

"Sienna." A deep familiar voice calls my name from behind me.

Looking over my shoulder I see Nico and a older man standing beside him with a dark robe on. I've seen him before, he was in the office two days ago when I came in crying and looking bat shit crazy, "oh! You're back!" I say with happiness, "we were just talking about--"

Donovon clears his throat loudly intrupting me, "Pakhan, we found the men who tried to off Miss Galeon."

Standing up from the couch I make my way around it towards Nico. He is wearing a black suit with a deep midnight blue tie; which makes a statment for his eyes, "do you have them locked up downstairs?" their Pahkan asks vehemently.

"Yes and they are ready for their interrogation, Sir." Don replies professionally.

I'm half listening when I blurt out, "who dressed you today?"

It was bothering me so I asked. If he needed help in that department, I could help.

Nico looks at me with a raised eyebrow, "courtesy of Dimitri, ангел."

Now I'm jealous of Dimitri.

"Sienna, I need you to find something nice to wear tonight. We are having guests for dinner tonight. They come from Norway and will be sending more men for my army." Nico explains while flicking lint off his shoulder.

Army.

More soliders to fight a Mafia War that could come someday.

I heard from the past when the Russian Mafia fought the Italians we were slaughtered and ended in blood baths.

That happened before I was born, even Nico.

I try to smile before looking over to the man beside him, "I am sorry for how rude my fiance can be...whom may you be?"

The man grins showing cracked teeth, "why of course I am to be wedding you in 48 hours, Miss Galeon. My name is Gryo"

I squeal with happiness and clap my hands twice, giving him my most genuine smiles, "that is lovely! How about I get you something to drink, Gryo?"

Gryo opens his mouth to speak but Nico snaps, "no you may not give him anything."

"But I was just being--"

"Sienna," he snaps again, eyes narrowing in anger, "go to the bedroom, now." He orders me.

What the ever living night is wrong with him?

"What is your proble--" again he cuts me off, and it is actually starting to piss me off.

"Go to your room. Don't make me say it again." He warns with a lethal tone.

Excuse me?

Ex-cu-se me?

After everything he has told me, or done to me out of spite during the short time we encountered this is a low for me. Treating me like a little girl and tossing me in a room as not a captive but his fiancée.

Might as well duck tape my mouth because this girl doesn't like to me talked down too like that, "you know what? Fuck you!" I spat in anger. I'd probably regret them later but at this moment fuck him, fuck everything. My anger is my beast right now, "yeah, fuck you, you fucking prick!"

I see the fire in his eyes when I start walking away hearing Donovon behind me say, "damn." I done forgot he was in the room still.

Walking away I hear Nico trail behind me in speed so I pick up my pace with long strides, "what did I say about ever calling me names again." He mutters.

"I forgot because that was centuries ago, old man." I throw back the insult over my shoulder.

Seeing the stairs I run towards it with victory, "don't you fucking dare!" Nico shouts behind me. But too late.

I haul my ass up the stairs until I'm standing in the middle before turning around with a evil smile, "oh no...that's just low of me, huh? You can't get up the stairs to chase me?" I taunt.

If looks could kill, I'd be a dead one.

Right there at the end of the steps he looks up to me and snarls, "you are so dead."

"Not if you can't get to me, Caro."

In an instant he whips around in his wheels and makes it toward the elevator between the stair cases. Merda!

I run.

I run down the hall until I hear a ding sound from the elevator behind me.

Wheels rolling and rolling on the hardwood floor. My heart racing in a stampede of adrenaline before making it down to our bedroom.

Panic I grasp the door knob and twist it-- opening it up and flying through. "Oh crap!" I shriek when a hand grabs the door and stops it from closing, thick veins atop the hand welcomes me. I pull back and take quick steps backward until my ass meets the end of the bed. The door swings open greeting an angry Mafia Boss. His chest heaving up and down deeply with a clenching jawline to where I distinctly hear popping sounds of grinding teeth.

He mad-mad.

Rolling in he slams the door closed behind him. An eery minute later of him staring at me like prey he finally breaks the silence with a killing blow of venom in his voice.

"Not another word, Sienna. I will not be responsible for what happens next if you do."

Honestly I am in lose of words right now.

"Now turn around and bend over the bed."

What?

That was a full 360 mood swing switch.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson on why it's not a Pahkans bride who should serve a guest a drink because she is my equal. She is to be served. To teach you to not smile to any man that's not me like you just did down there, that perfect genuine smile is mine. And to punish you for cooking me food when it was terrible but I couldn't tell you the truth about it because I wanted you happy... fucking hell...turn around so I can't look at your face." He explains.

I don't know if I should be offended or awed.

He insulted my cooking but then I couldn't get passed the 'I wanted you happy' words coming out of his mouth.

I watch as he takes off his over coat and tosses it on the table beside the door then he unbuttons his cufflinks and rolls his sleeves up, showing his arms of ink.

Still staring at me while doing so.

Curious as to where this is going I quickly turn around and lean over the bed. Chest to mattress and ass in air. My hands on my sides laying atop the beds foot board.

Anticipation.

And a little thrill runs in my blood while waiting for what's to come.