Stone Cold K*ller

chapter 51

Sienna Stone

It's been several days training now. With both Caspian and Julian. Still I haven't picked up a gun. But it seems Julian is being patient with me, so I'm grateful for that. Caspian has me doing basic exercise which is a downer but at the end of training--my body feels the aftermath.

Also my mood is pissy today.

My husband seems to be avoiding me at all cost!

And Julian's words keep ringing in my mind, saying how Nicos plan seems too easy. Isn't it supposed to be easy? Doing it without trying it the hard way? Yet I've never been on a Mafia mission, so whose to say?

All this unnecessary stress and worrying is giving me freakin no chill. So I do what I'm best at.

I charge my way down the hall only in my shorts and t-shirt, hair messy and in my house slippers. Gripping the doors knob I twist and make my way in the Den unannounced and seeping with frustration.

There is he is, my dear husband sitting behind his desk, focusing on whatever paper lays in front of him before his eyes flick up to see me. To my utter pissiness, he looks back down to the paper, "what is it?" He asks in a dismissive tone.

My hands clench into fists at my sides, shaking with unrelenting nerves, "what...is...it?" I grit out, repeating his words.

"Da." He questions without looking up to me. His focus solely on his desk. As if he can't look me straight in the eyes.

We haven't really spoken in a week in a half after our one night with the twins and he says this! Truly fucking irritating!

Inhaling before exhaling my nerves I speak, "I'm here to ask you why you have been avoiding me. I'm here because I'm your wife! Did you forget that you have one?"

Nico finally looks up to me with dark eyes, my heart drops like a rain drop, into a puddle of water.

"I've been busy." Is all he says.

Why is he acting so cold towards me, like a stranger, "Nico..." I couldn't help the tremble in my voice when I said his name, "tell me...what's wrong? This isnt like you--"

He slaps the top of his desk, eyes now glaring my way. The sound of his heavy slap on that desk startles me, "you are right...you are my wife---so be a good one and leave. I am busy at the moment."

Harsh, cruel.

That's what I'd describe how his words felt to me at this moment. The man I married wasn't in this room today and I can't understand it.

And it angered me.

The Nico I know wouldn't talk to me in such a manner.

"You think saying mean words to me will push me away, well it's not working! You are hiding something from me! Why won't you tell me? Is it about the plan? Do you think it won't work--"

"I will not say this again, Sienna." He snaps, eyes narrowing my way like knives, "leave or you will not like what I'm about to say next." He finalized.

I stay in place keeping my ground.

Until he finally broke my heart with his words that has me going numb.

"Stop being a fucking child and leave! God damn, you can't take the hint that I don't want to be around you all the damn time!" He roars while standing up from his chair, "if you want a good fucking then get one of the twins, I am busy!"

But there it was, his eyes say something totally different from what he is saying.

If you wondered what my true nightmare was...

It's being in a marriage like this...

One sided.

My worst fear.

Nicolai Stone is pushing me away and it's working.

I let him because I turn around and run out the door, down the hall, down the stairs and away from him. I wanted to be far away from him as possible. 

I run and run until I run into someone on accident.  My face hits their broad chest, "woah, what the hell?" It was Julian, "what happened, why are you crying?"

Looking up through my teary eyes to his face, "I-I I'm--" I cry more, hickuping, "I'm in love with a devil."

Julian frowns, "um, let's go out for a bit. Come." He places his palm on my back and guides me.

Wishing to be consoled by the twins but Julian seems the best choice since he is here now.

Nicos words haunt me.

A child...

He said those words out of anger to me once before and now he had done it again.