Page 100 of Bound in Vengeance
"Get out. I'm fine," Alessandro barks, cutting them off before they can even move toward him.
The doctors don't need to be told twice; they quickly exit the room. I roll my eyes as Alessandro finally sits down beside me on the edge of the mattress. The rigid tension in his shoulders bleeds out just a fraction, but his eyes are still dark with the remnants of the day's terror.
"You will be the death of me, Sienna," he mutters, his voice a low, rough rumble. "If anything happens to you, I will die."
A soft laugh escapes me, and I reach out to touch his arm. "I'm sorry."
His expression hardens slightly as the adrenaline fades, replaced by the need for answers. "What happened? I told you to come straight home with Camilla."
"I was going to," I say, the memory of the trap making my throat tighten. I tell him everything—how I thought I was answering a text from my sister, only to find Pietro on the other end. "Pietro had Camilla's phone."
Alessandro's brows furrow into a deep, dangerous frown. "How the hell is that possible?"
"I don't know," I say with a small shrug, a cold shiver running down my spine. "When I asked him, he just threatened me."
Alessandro stares at me for a long beat, his thumb sweeping over my cheek before he leans down and kisses me. It's a deep, possessive kiss that tastes of relief and lingering fear. When he finally pulls away, I look up at him, my mind already racing to the pieces we still need to glue back together.
"I need my phone," I tell him. "I need to call Daniela. I have to check on Camilla, make sure she's actually fine, and find out how her phone ended up in Pietro's hands."
Then, a sharp jolt of panic hits me and I gasp. "My phone... I don’t even have it. After Pietro kidnapped me, they searched me and took it."
Alessandro doesn't miss a beat. He reaches into his jacket, pulls out his own phone, and flips it open. "I don't have your sister's number," he says, his thumb hovering over the screen. "Only Massimo's."
"Call him," I say instantly, leaning forward. "Just call him."
He dials the number, putting it on speaker as the line rings. My father answers after five rings.
Alessandro's entire aura turns hostile at the sound of the man's voice. He doesn't waste time on pleasantries. In a cold, calculated tone, he lays out everything that just happened—the ambush, the kidnapping, and the bloodbath at the warehouse.
On the other end of the line, there is a heavy, detached silence.
When my father finally speaks, his voice is devoid of any real warmth or concern. "That’s unfortunate," he says smoothly, as if we are discussing a minor logistical delay rather than his daughter almost being murdered. "But I’m quite busy right now and won’t be able to come over to see her right now."
Alessandro’s brow furrows, a dark, dangerous scowl twisting his features. He opens his mouth, and I know with absolute certainty that he is about to rip my father to shreds. Before the first curse can leave his lips, I reach out, touching his arm warmly, and gently slide the phone from his grip.
“Hello, Dad.”
“What?” My father barks at me.
“It’s me, Sienna.”
“Who else would it be?” He asks. “What do you want?”
"Can Camilla and Daniela come over instead?" I ask into the receiver, trying to keep my voice steady despite the ache in my chest.
"Why?" my father responds, his tone flat and inconvenienced.
For a second, the words catch in my throat. I don't even know what to say. How do I explain to my own father that I just need my sisters after almost facing execution?
He lets out a harsh scoff before I can answer. "You’re not dead, Sienna. You’re alive. You can’t keep running to call your sisters every single time you go through something. They have their own lives to live. You need to learn to stand on your own feet."
A familiar, cold numbness washes over me. "Okay," I whisper.
Beside me, Alessandro’s eyes flash with pure fury. He frowns deeply, reaching out to yank the phone back, but I shake my head and pull it out of his reach. I don't want them tearing into each other right now. I just want my sisters.
I sigh, forcing myself to look past my father's cruelty. "Can I just talk to Camilla and Daniela right now, then?"
He lets out an irritated growl. "I am in the middle of a meeting, Sienna. I cannot do that right now."
