Blade

Chapter 57: Don't lose me

Sienna

Franco filled me in on what happened yesterday, and to say the least, I’m surprised. It makes me wonder if the same person plotting Blade’s downfall is also behind the death threats I’ve been getting every day.

It’s starting to get frustrating.

I want to get to the bottom of it, but it’s difficult when there are no leads or even a single suspect to start with.

The only person that comes to mind is Marcello, but I doubt he’s that petty. His last words to me are still burned into my memory.

One day, I'm gonna get you principessa. You will be mine, eventually. Mark my words.

A faint shiver runs through me as a chill crawls down my spine, and I start toward Blade’s office.

He’s been in there for more than two hours, refusing to see or speak to anyone. The silence coming from behind that door has started to worry me.

I can’t help but hope he hasn’t turned to pills or alcohol to numb whatever he’s feeling.

It hurts knowing he had to watch his mother die in such a brutal way when he was just a child. No one should ever have to carry that kind of memory.

How can a father be so cruel?

I let out a long, weary sigh and knock softly on the office door. The quiet that follows feels heavy, and there’s still no response from inside.

My knuckles ache from how hard I’ve been pounding on the door, and when no one answers, I push it open and step inside.

The air catches in my throat the moment my eyes land on Blade. He’s sitting at his desk with a half-finished beer in one hand and a cigarette dangling from his lips.

At least he isn't taking the pills.

I cross the room and snatch the bottle from his hand, frowning.

He looks up at me, eyes hard, and reaches for it, but I pull it out of his reach. “Give it back, Sienna.”

“No, Blade. This has to stop. You can’t keep doing this to yourself. There are better ways to deal with what you’re feeling,” I say, my voice tight as I grab the cigarette from his lips.

He shoots me a sharp glare while I crush it out and set the bottle on the bookshelf.

"Like what? No, really, what do you expect me to do, Sienna? They almost killed you," he says sharply as he drags a hand through his messy hair. Before I can answer, he cuts me off. "And if you say therapy, I swear, I’ll be fucking pissed at you."

My heart tightens at the sight of the wrecked man in front of me. I walk over and sit on his desk, facing him, placing my feet on the chair’s armrests on either side of him.

"But I’m not dead, Blade. Do you see a bullet hole in me? Do you see me lying helpless in my own blood?" I ask, tilting my head as he shakes his head slowly and licks his lips. My nipples tighten against the thin silk of my cropped top under the weight of his piercing stare. "I’m right here, Blade, and I’m not going anywhere."

He bites his bottom lip and grips my hips, his touch sending heat down my spine as he pulls me onto his lap.

A small sound slips from my throat at the sudden friction between my legs, my pelvis pressing against the hard outline of his erection through his black jeans.

"I can't afford to lose you, tesoro," he whispers, a tortured groan escaping his pink lips when I press my palm against him and trail my tongue along his collarbone.