Twisted Loyalty

Chapter 3: The Predators game

Dante

I can't stop thinking about her.

No matter how many drinks I pour, no matter how many meetings I cut short, Sienna Romano keeps creeping back into my mind. The way she stared at me with fire in her eyes, like she was daring me to challenge her. That mix of defiance and vulnerability—it hooked me the moment I saw her. Luca's perfect little princess, standing on the edge of a cage she doesn't even realize she's in.

Little Flame.

The nickname I gave her fits better than I thought. She burns hot, even though her father has her on a tight leash. But it wasn't just her spirit that caught my attention—it was her body. That fucking dress clinging to every curve, the way her long chestnut hair fell in perfect waves across her bare shoulders. And the tattoo. That tiny flame inked at the nape of her neck, peeking out from beneath her curls. A mark of rebellion. A reminder that she's not as perfect and polished as she pretends to be.

I still feel the warmth of her skin under my fingertips. The way I brushed my finger over that tattoo, just before I melted into the shadows when her guards showed up. The way she tensed at my touch, the way her breath hitched for just a second—it's been stuck in my head ever since. That one moment, that single touch, lingers in my mind like an ember that refuses to die out.

I lean back in my chair, the dim light from my office casting long shadows across the room. I've spent years planning how to bring down Luca Romano, years of slowly chipping away at his empire. But I never planned on her. Sienna wasn't supposed to be part of the game. Now, she's all I can think about.

The thought of her being trapped, stifled by Luca's control... it's starting to feel personal.

Fuck, I can't get her out of my head. I can't stop picturing her on that balcony, her lips parted, her breath shallow. The way her body moved, the tension in her shoulders, the vulnerability she tried so hard to hide. I imagine her hair tangled in my hands, her lips on mine, her body pressing against me.

The thought makes my blood heat, and I feel the familiar tightening in my pants. I groan under my breath, shifting in my seat as I run a hand through my hair, trying to shake the image of her. But it doesn't work. It only makes things worse.

I'm hard as fucking steel, and all I can think about is Sienna. Her soft skin. The way she tensed under my touch, like she wasn't used to being touched by a man like me. That tattoo. That little flame... it's burned itself into my brain, and I know it's not going anywhere.

Fuck. I don't need this. I don't need her messing with my focus. Sienna Romano is dangerous. Too dangerous. Not because of her father, not because of the risk, but because of how much I want her.

I sit up, my jaw clenched as I try to focus. I've spent years building my empire, waiting for the perfect moment to take Luca down, and I'm not about to let his daughter get in the way. But the thought of her... fuck.

I can't help it. The more I think about her, the harder I get. I've had plenty of women, but none of them have ever made me feel this way. None of them have ever gotten under my skin like Sienna. The way she looked at me, the way she held her ground even though I could see the fear in her eyes... it's doing something to me.

I stand up, adjusting myself, trying to ignore the way my cock aches in my pants. I pace the room, hoping the movement will distract me, but it doesn't. The thought of her, of her body pressed against mine, of her breathless and trembling under my hands—it's all I can think about. And it's driving me fucking insane.

I can't get her out of my head, and that's a problem. Because the more I think about her, the more I want her. And the more I want her, the less I care about the plan.