Sienna Stone

It's been a couple of days, almost the New Year. A new year where people think of new beginnings or goals--life changes. For me, I honestly have no resolutions--only because I have everything I wanted and then some.

I've been trying to live these couple days figuring out what I need to do for the days Nicolai will be gone. He has a business trip he has to go too. He didn't tell me any details, especially when I asked, he told me to not worry about it.

He did say one of the twins are staying while the other goes with him.

Still, I dread the days he will be gone--and on new years too at that. It saddens me but what can I do? Invite myself?

Caspian will start training me after the New Years Nico had told me and the goal was to go to the up coming Ball at the Loutons Hotel Charity event on January 30th.

Little time to train I thought but how hard could it be? Their giving me freaking 30 days to shape up.

"I wish I could come with you! What am I going to do when you are away?" I pout seeing my husband pack his briefcase full of clothes. Noting the guns he also is packing along with a silencer. He also has one duffel bag filled with cash--a black case of what looks to be like a scoped out sniper rifle. I was if he is any good at sniping? Whatever this business trip is--seems deadly already, "why can't I come, caro?" I ask, feeling sad and also worried.

He folds his socks in the suit case, "baby, it's only a couple days. Besides, Donovon will accompany you with all your needs. We could always text each other whenever I'm free." He says, voice low and deep. As if he was trying to ease my worries, "I promise to call you when the clock strike the New Year."

My lip trembles and my stomach sinks, "at least tell me you'll be safe, you did say you have many enemies and a price on your head." Just the thought of Nico being targeted like a dollar sign sickens me further, "Papi, please take me with you!" I cry out.

His eyes widen when he sees me kneeling down on my knees and grabbing ahold of his one leg as he tries to walk away, "please don't go!"

Yes, I know I'm acting like a child about this now but he knows better to call me out this time for it. He should see and know how this is affecting me already, distressed of this whole trip, leaving me behind.

He sighs and sits on the bed as I am still gripping his legs to my heaving chest, tears falling down my cheeks. His brilliant beautiful blue eyes stare down into my eyes with such raw emotions--I couldn't determine what they are as his eyes soften and he grips my chin with his fingers, "you have much training to do." He whispers softly, "crying like a cry baby won't help the both of us. Be strong darling, everything will be alright." He soothes, caressing the pad of his thumb along my jawline, "I've seen the fire in your eyes when you fought me that first night. I have no doubt that you will be okay without me for now. Trust me when I tell that I will be okay too?"

His words struck me in all the right places, some how he knew what to say to make me feel better.

I climb up and sit in his lap, curling into his arms as I snuggle my face into his suited chest. Smelling his scent, "okay." I whisper back.

"Okay." He says having the last word.

I'll let him have the last word for now, only because I wanted to give him all my attention before he is off and out that door, "if you get killed somehow, I will personally make your life in hell a living hell." I mumble, sniffing.

He chuckles, "I believe you." He kisses the top of my head, "now be a good girl when I'm gone. No trouble, got it?"

My husband thinks I'm a heathen I guess, "of course! What can I possibly get into when I can't have my Papi's repercussions!"

Only I have already had plans to go to this party that I didn't tell him about. Samantha came over and invited me to a 'pre new years party' tonight.

Oops. "Everything will be fine. I'll just be in this prison and wholly in self pity." I joke.

He didn't seem to like that joke, his arms wrap around me and tighten, "this 'prison' is your home and is well secured by my men in every perimeter for your safety. Don't go anywhere without someone, do you understand?" He warns, almost sounding like a threat.

"Awe, you care about my safety! How chivalrous!" I act dramatic, joking.

Nico looks pissed, "why are you acting like a brat now? I'm being serious, what's with you? This isnt a joking matter."

To be honest, I'm trying my best to stay strong, just like he said. Hiding my feelings with humor. He doesn't understand that I love him and him dying isn't something I want obviously. He didn't say what this trip consist of but I'm not stupid.

I was born into a made man's world too. I've seen alot over the year, accidentally, unwillingly as well, all from the Galeons.

I hug into him tighter, smooshing my cheeks into his chest and staining his clothes with my tears, "we've known each other for a better part of two weeks and it's crazy--but, I know that I lo...want you alive and beside me, so come home soon, caro."

He smiles and leans down to peck my lips, "da, home."

For an entire hour we stay this way, holding each other until he finally departed. Leaving me in bed alone as he is off to the private airport.

I pick up my phone and call Sam.

"Hello," she picks up instantly.

I smile into the phone, "send me that address to the party."

I love twists in books, and especially anime series but never in real life.

Little did I know, there will be a twist tonight.

A hot twist at that which changes my mind on the real life part after all.

I needed a way to get there so of course I ask the only person that would consider taking me.

I see him leaning against a wall with his back, arms folded to his chest as he watches the men train in the gym, I assume to see any weaknesses and to perfect them. He also was a med student so could be just observing any body who does something wrong. Who knows exactly.

I skip over and that's when his head turns and sees me all smiles and starry eyes at him.

He frowns, "why are you looking at me like that?"

I place my hand on his chest as he is still leaning against the wall, "tell me, do you want to have some fun tonight?" I ask, feeling mischievous.

He raises a thick brow my way and looks down at my hand on his chest, "fun?"

I nod, "si. Fun!"

"What are you implying, sweetheart?" He husks out.

My smile falters a bit noticing his voice had deepen and the way his eyes burned onto my hand gripping his suit. Did he think I was talking about--

Oh! Such a perv! I giggle and push back from him with a smirk, "pervy old man! I meant fun as in party! Let's go out tonight!"

Don's mouth drops, "I'm not old!" He argues, "you wound me, Sienna."

I laugh patting his chest, his well defined chest beneath the suit, "then say yes to the party and take me." I coex.

Donovon looks like he thinking through options in his head as he looks over behind my head and sees all the men pressing benches, and grunting. Lot and lots of grunting and groans in this room, "fine. But we can't stay long in one location its dangerous to be out right now especially when Nicolai is out of the city."

Yes! "Oh my god, thank you! I'll go get dressed and you should change into casual clothes." I squeal in happiness.

As I whirl around to skip away a large hand grips my wrist and stops me, "forewarning you...when we get to this party--you are to stay in eye sight with me. Understood?" He says with authority which makes me blush. He tugs me close and has me face him, "understood?" He repeats vermently.

"Yes, daddy." I boop his nose, "crystal clear."

He growls under his breath, "is that some old perv joke I hear? Take me serious." His grip tightens.

Why isn't anybody feeling my energy today? Can't a girl joke every once in a while?

I bite my bottom lip, feeling kind of heated by his eyes darken and his tight grip on me, "no." I say feeling flustered by his stare and tallness, "I'm sorry, Don." I apologize.

He releases me and sighs, "no, I'm sorry for grabbing you like that. I have a temper as well. You never seen this side of me and I refuse to show you this side. I can be...hot headed at times."

No way, really? But he seems so calm and less outgoing like his brother like I've imagined before...but hot tempered? Didn't see that coming a mile away.

Is it selfish and wrong that I kind of want to see this side of him? Am I crazy?

His eyes look tormented as he shared that bit with me, "my anger problems had caused many problems and burdens to many, including my brother, Dimitri. It's why he has a scar on his chin. Since we were teenagers living beneath a River Bridge with nothing but cold nights and hungry homeless people fending for themselves. We were skinny boys who made it a promise to survive and do whatever it takes to take care of each other. But one night, Dimitri was attacked by a gang and when I seen them--" he cuts himself off looking around as if thinking this isn't the right place to speak such things, he still continued, "they roped him up like a fawn and tied his ankles up like a pig. Beating him, kicking him...we were just little skinny boys trying to live--trying to find food. Guess my brother found the wrong kind of group to try to steal from."

He looks down the floor as I stay silent and listen, my eyes blur from the tears trying to fall.

"When I saw them beat him, tied him, and beat him up more like he was nothing but filth. I went numb at first and then this burning madness came to. As in my legs started to move and my body couldn't stop until I reached the gang. Grabbed the nearest barb post and bashed their heads, teeth, and noses in. At some point I found a knife that must have fallen from one of them and started swinging."

My eyes are leaking and my stomach churns.

"Until I stop swinging because I heard a familiar cry. It was my brother's. Hearing him at that moment stops me and gave me sight of reality again, my anger was gone when looking down on him and see that I had split his chin open from the knife I welded out of rage."

My heart aches for them, "it was an accident." I console.

I feel like I want to hurl.

Don scoffs, "he says that too. Unfortunately that's not everything, my temper got worse over the years. We found shelter until our boss Nicolai found us and brought us in, he was young but had an Empire on his side. Helped us live, helped us get stronger. He helped me manage my own anger by pushing medical college studies into me, to place that anger into something that will strive to help--instead of hurt, but I still feel this madness inside me sometimes. Especially when things go wrong, or if someone I love gets hurt."

Now I'm understanding him, "I promise I won't leave your side, Don. Oh and Don?"

"Hmm?"

I smile wiping a tear away from my cheek, "thank you for opening up to me." Shit, "and also watch out."

He looks at me funny when I push him to the side and see the trash bin just beside him and hurl my guts out into the bin.

Don rubs my back and holds my hair to the side, "shit, you okay?"

I nod while bent over the bin, "Get ready in an hour. We have a party to go to."