Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
“Princesa—”
“I said don’t call me that! I’m not a princess. I’m not a queen. I’m not anything but a mafia wife! How long, huh? How long until you cheat on me? Hit me? Put me in my place when I don’t listen to your every order and command?”
“Jesus Christ, calm the fuck down!”
“Never! Tell me! I want to know how long do I have until you get me killed and I die like my mother did because of my father?”
I grimaced, hearing her confess her truths, wasn’t something I ever expected, certainly not in this moment.
“I will protect you!”
“Bullshit! Like you did your sister? Your own flesh and blood! You couldn’t even protect her! Where is she, huh? I know! She’s probably dead in a fucking ditch right now, but she’s better off than living in this life with you!”
Her malicious tongue fueled my rage and I threw her ass around, slamming her back into the leather seat. She hissed as soon as her body and head collided with the surface. Winded. Although, she didn’t back down. Her instinctive response of fight or flight kicked in and my wife chose…
Fight.
We spent the next few minutes whipping around, both of us trying to gain control over the other until I just wanted this power struggle to be over.
“Sienna, stop! Look at me! Just fucking look at me!”
She firmly shut her eyes, rigidly twisting her face and body away from mine. Bringing her hands above her head, I locked them in place, before I climbed on top of her. Holding her down, I straddled her petite frame, hovering above her.
Her gaze popped open, realizing the sudden position we were in.
“Is this where you steal another part of me?”
I narrowed my eyes at her, torn by her fierce conception on who she thought I was and what I was capable of.
“Do you honestly think I would fuck you for the first time in the back of a limo?”
“What’s the difference between here and a bed? In both places, I don’t want you.”
I was at my wit’s end. A man could only be pushed so far until they reached their limit. My firm grasp flew from her wrists to her throat and her eyes widened. She laid there beneath me, panting profusely, emotionally and physically spent. For a moment, I allowed her to take my breath away.
In my eyes, she was still so goddamn beautiful.
Before another second slipped by, I peered deep into her troubled stare. Trapping her gaze with mine.
“If you ever raise your voice at me again, or if you mention my sister one more fucking time, I’ll make sure your life is a living, breathing hell. Don’t tempt me, Sin. Because you’ll only do it once.”
Speaking with execution, I put an end to our battle, “You’ve been my wife for less than an hour. Don’t become my enemy, Sienna. I’ll kill for you. I’ll die for you. But don’t think for one fucking second that I’ll protect you…from me.”
Chapter 22
—Sienna—
I’ll kill for you. I’ll die for you. But don’t think for one fucking second that I’ll protect you…from me.”
His words repeated like a broken record through my head. Just as I expected, from the moment the DJ announced our arrival at the reception, I lost sight of myself. Hearing him declare us as Mr. and Mrs. Crucifixio Martinez was a solid bullet right into my heart. I was reduced to a Mrs. My name didn’t matter anymore, not when it was tied to El Diablo’s.
We danced to my parents’ wedding song, Al-Di-Va by Jerry Vale for the first time as husband and wife. I was there, but I wasn’t. There was no fight left in me. I lost. Game over.
He won.
Me.
I danced to Daddy’s Little Girl by Al Martino with my father.
Cruz danced to The Prayers by Celine Dion, featuring Andrea Bocelli with his mother.
I think I blacked out again when Cruz’s father asked me to dance.
“My son will do right by you,” he proclaimed with what seemed like genuine sincerity.
I wanted to tell him to go to Hell, but decided it was wasn’t in my best interest. If El Capo found out I disrespected one of his associates, I’d never hear the end of it.
“Mmm hmm,” I simply hummed, nodding.
“One day you will love him. I promise you that.”
I peered deep into his eyes. “Can you promise me my freedom?”
“Cruz, won’t keep you hostage. He’ll treat you as his wife.”
“My last name is now Martinez, that in itself keeps me prisoner in a life I don’t want.”
“Life isn’t fair. Actions have consequences, Sienna.”
“With all due respect, your daughter getting taken has nothing to do with me. I’m as much of a victim in this as she is.”
“Our loved ones pay for our sins.”
“Yeah, I learned that when I was eight and my mother paid with her life.”