ᴀᴘʜʀᴏᴅɪᴛᴇ // $ᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇʙᴏʏ$

Chapter Two

SCOTT (THREE YEARS EARLIER)

The night was surprisingly warm, warm enough to be without the fireplace, without so many layers to cover the body. The temperature in the small room within the great structure on the mountain was almost perfect, or perfect enough for someone who had been given the freedom from Hell on earth. The Sicilian Godfathers of the Night had taken me in after they'd done their best for me concerning the pains from my withdrawal. Vadik Fotos had told me that he would train me, teach me how to better myself because of my weakness, how to use my darkness to my advantage.

When I'd first been brought here, to the great mansion in the mountains after I'd been let out of the hospital, I had been writhing in pain.

Now my pain was gone. I could move. I could fight. I could learn, and earn my place. I put everything into my training.

Months in the Greek Mafia turned into years. Both me and Aristos were sculpted, taught, attacked so that we would use our learned skills to protect the mob boss. I was healthy and without the worst of my addiction.

I could not take my eyes off the boss's daughter.

And what I didn't know was that Sienna would watch me as well.

And on that warm night, my door opened and in she came wearing only her silky cream colored nighty.

For one split second, I thought I was dreaming. The whole atmosphere looked to have an otherworldly presence, an ethereal quality that seemed only possible during sleep. Sienna slowly walked in, watching me carefully as she approached, the moonlight casting its blue glow upon her face and body, shadows following her as if in worship. Her brown hair bounced along her shoulders, her nighty hugged her womanly curves, her eyes sparkled for me, almost like they were reflecting the night sky. I couldn't seem to find the will to speak or to move, so I just watched her, watched her beautiful face as she smiled at me, and climbed into the bed with me. Sienna straddled me.

The hem of her nighty had risen up her hips as she sat on me. She moved her hands up my chest slowly, smiling contently, one strap of her nighty innocently falling off her shoulder.

I grabbed her wrists then.

She frowned at me and stared into my eyes that held apprehension, the worry, the self-doubt. She was already married and she was the boss's daughter. But I wanted her.

Sienna pouted and kept her hands where they were, noticed I made no move to remove them from my skin.

"I know you want me." She whispered to me, moving her other shoulder just enough so that the other strap fell as well. "I want you to take me away from here, love."