Twisted Loyalty

Chapter 9: Breaking Point

Sienna

The phone feels like a lifeline in my trembling hand, but my grip is weak, my fingers numb from panic. I can barely hear anything over the sound of my own heartbeat, thundering in my chest, but Dante's voice cuts through the chaos like a blade, steady and controlled.

"Sienna?" he says, his voice low and calm, but I can hear the edge of concern. "What's going on?"

Tears well in my eyes, and my breath comes out in sharp, panicked gasps as I press my back harder against the bathroom door, as if that alone will keep Enzo away from me. I can hear him pounding on the other side, his voice growing more insistent, more threatening with every second.

"I... I need you to come get me," I manage to choke out, my voice trembling. "Please, Dante. He—he's not leaving me alone." My words are rushed, breathless, the fear tangible in every syllable.

There's a brief silence on the other end, like Dante's processing the situation. But then, his voice comes through again, low and dangerous. "Is Enzo with you?"

"Yes," I whisper, flinching as Enzo pounds on the door again, harder this time, his voice slurred but filled with a chilling determination. "Open the door, Sienna! You can't hide in there forever."

I stifle a sob, gripping the phone tighter as if it's the only thing tethering me to sanity. "He won't leave me alone. Dante, he... he tore my nightgown. He was touching me, and I... I don't know what to do." My voice breaks on the last word, the panic tightening in my chest like a vice.

Another long pause, the tension in Dante's silence almost palpable. "I'm coming," he says, his voice cold and deadly. "Stay where you are. Don't open that door."

Enzo's footsteps grow louder as he paces outside the bathroom, his voice a harsh growl. "You can't stay in there forever!" he snaps, his fist slamming against the door again. "I'll break this damn door down if I have to, Sienna. You're going to be my wife—you might as well get used to it."

The sound of his knuckles hitting the wood echoes around the small bathroom, and I press myself harder against the door, trying to keep him out, my entire body trembling with fear. I can hear the frustration in his voice, the growing anger as his patience wears thin.

"Sienna," Dante says on the other end, his voice a steady anchor in the midst of the chaos. "Take deep breaths. Focus on my voice."

I try to do as he says, inhaling shakily through my nose, but it's hard to focus on anything other than the man on the other side of the door, the one who's threatening to break it down.

"I'm scared, Dante," I admit, my voice small, broken. "I don't know what he'll do."

"You're going to be okay," Dante replies, his tone firm, reassuring. "I'm on my way. Just keep that door locked, and don't let him get to you. Do you hear me?"

"Yes," I whisper, tears slipping down my cheeks as I cling to his words like a lifeline. But the pounding continues, relentless, each blow making the door shake under the force of Enzo's fists.

"You can't hide in there like a scared little girl!" Enzo taunts, his voice full of malice. "You're mine, Sienna. You think a locked door can keep me from what's mine?"

"Dante," I sob, my voice shaking uncontrollably now. "Please hurry."

"I'm almost there," he says, his voice like a dark promise. "Stay with me. Keep talking to me."

But the door rattles again, harder this time, as Enzo throws his full weight against it. "Open the damn door!" he shouts, his voice echoing through the hallway. "I'll make you regret this, Sienna. You think you can just lock me out? You're my fiancée. You don't get to run from me."