Chapter 4 ERIC

Sienna and her father left the house and I was still in a daze. That woman... She was no ordinary woman. There was something about her. She had power, and I felt it when she spoke. I felt her strength when she twisted my hand back. She was also quite fucking hot.

Her father was a despicable man and I could sense it. He was fucking disgusting. Sienna never seemed to talk or laugh in his presence, or not as much as she did when he wasn't around her. I could feel their animosity towards each other.

My parents looked at me with wide grins across their faces and I knew they wanted to talk about Sienna.

"Well what did you think of her? She seems sweet," Mother commented.

Sweet? I would not describe her as sweet. Oh, but I liked it when she swore. Father chuckled as he rubbed the back of his head. Sweet was not a word we used in the mafia. Fucking hell, we hardly even used it at all.

"She is fine," I lied effortlessly but really, she was more than just fine.

Father beamed and patted my shoulder. "That's great, son. The marriage will be held in two days time. I will get someone to arrange it all. And all you have to do is just to arrive at the venue with a good suit on."

I nodded slowly as I processed the information. I was getting married in two days. I didn't know if I felt nervous or apprehensive, but I felt something. She was a fucking stranger. She seemed to be able to hold her own and my God, she did talk back.

My parents soon left after explaining some more mundane information about the wedding and the after party. Of course, there would be an after party but I knew that it was just an excuse to get drunk. Plus the fact that it would be in my house with my expensive alcohol.

I rolled up the sleeves of my black shirt to my elbows and poured myself a glass of whiskey. The amber colored tiquid would help me relax because I was on edge and that could be dangerous in many ways.

Thoughts about Sienna invaded my mind and stayed put. How could such a beauty be so lethal? She wasn't what I had imagined. Not at all. Her skin was of the warmest caramel, and her hair was dark and curly. It made me want to run my hand through it.

And her body... Fuck, her body was ingrained into my mind. She had curves and muscle in all the right places. It was her eyes, however, that struck me the most. They were beautiful and blue just like diamonds that I couldn't help but stare into them.

"So what do you really think about her?" Sean asked, interrupting my thoughts.

Of course, that ass was still here. I sighed and faced my brother who stood with his arms crossed across his chest looking at me.

"She is..." I started to reply but then I trailed off.

He smirked. "She is..." he said, mimicking me.

I closed my eyes and opened them. "She is different. She is not like other women," I replied honestly.

And it was the truth. No one could have spoken to me the way she did and gotten away with it. I could see such ferociousness in her eyes, her drive and power.

He nodded. "I think you will like her once you get to know her. From what I gather, she is as morbid as you are." He smiled and walked towards the front door. "By the way, you have a situation you need to deal with."

I scowled. I didn't want my mood darkened any further.

"Why can't you deal with it?" I asked, glaring at Sean.

Although my brother didn't sit on the mafia throne, he still had jobs to do. He had jobs that he couldn't neglect.

"Because dear brother, I am not the one in charge. So have fun," he remarked. He seemed slightly drunk as he stumbled out. He left my house quickly and I was alone with my thoughts once more.

***

"Boss, everyone has arrived." Gabriel broke the silence as he waited by the door. I rubbed my eyes heavily and set the glass down.

Entering my meeting room, I was greeted by the sight of some of my men. They stood behind seats which were placed around a large rectangular glass table. I walked in and looked straight ahead as I made my way to my seat which was at the head of the table.

I turned and sat down. Then I waved a hand and everyone in the room took their seats quietly and quickly. There was silence in the room as I did not speak. I could feel the tension rise. Then Gabriel cleared his throat. He stood behind me, and I knew that he was very alert.

"Who would like to begin?" I asked as I remained expressionless and cold.

Several of the men looked at each other as if they were choosing a tribute to face my wrath. How pathetic of them. But I wasn't going to gut someone, at least not tonight. One of the men who went by the name Ken finally spoke. That was a ridiculous name indeed, but I didn't say anything about it.

The meeting went on and I was incredibly frustrated as time passed. I now had my legs crossed atop the table and another cigarette in between my fingers.

My head was slightly tilted back as I listened to Ken talk about the workings currently going on in the mafia. What deals they had managed to secure or who they had pissed off. I was more interested in our position and the wealth we had acquired.

"We have had reports that the Russian mafia is doing extremely well. Infact, they are doing well enough to threaten our position and to take over our territory," Ken said as he waved his hands about.

Everyone stilled as they watched him. I also stared at the overgrown ape and the hideous tattoos that covered his neck.

"There have been rumours of a rat in our mafia, boss," Ken added as he glanced at me. Why the fuck was he even looking at me?

I hit a fist down onto the table so hard that it made a loud thudding sound. A couple of grown men flinched in their seats and I chuckled darkly before I began to speak.

"Then find out who the fucking rat is. If it is one of you right here, you are already dead. Got it? Send someone to infiltrate the Russians. I want to fucking bring them down until they beg me for mercy!" I growled.

Ken slowly sat back down as I rose from my seat. "Fucking Russians!" I growled out as I put out my cigarette on the crystal ashtray on the table. The smoke fizzled out but my temper did not.

"If I might add, boss, I have intel that the Russians are buying weapons," another man said.

I glared at the man. "And..." I growled once more because my patience was wearing thin.

The man seemed to sink back into his seat as I slowly walked around the table. "If the Russians are buying weapons, I want to buy weapons and I want more... And also, I want to find out why they are doing so."

I stopped behind the man's seat. "You are in charge of doing that." Everyone seemed to fidget as they fiddled with the documents that were scattered in front of them. The man in the seat gulped, with sweat beginning to form across his neck.

"You may leave!" I ordered sharply. I watched as everyone quickly exited the room, and they were escorted out by a few guards. I was fucking agitated.

"Now was that too harsh, Gabriel?" I asked my friend.

He seemed to relax and smirked. "I mean the death stares were a bit cold." He chuckled.

"That is just my face." I chuckled too.

He nodded as he looked at his phone. He looked up at me. "Uh, Eric, you have a problem," he said.

I growled as I balled my fists up. "What now?" I asked as I rubbed my forehead harshly.

I headed upstairs to my bedroom. I heard loud crashing as the sound of furniture being broken reached my ears. I pushed the door open and was met with the sight of a blonde woman.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" I exploded as I saw the state of my room.

The entire room was wrecked. My bed was ripped apart and all of my clothes lay on the floor haphazardly, torn and crumpled. And in the middle of it all stood a fucking blonde.

She was a woman I had used more times than I cared to admit. I had even dated her for twelve whole days. What a fucking mistake I made. I was young and naive then but not anymore.

"I heard you were getting married. How could you?!" she screamed, her voice high enough to give anyone a migraine. She wiped her tears as she smeared her makeup across her cheeks and face. What a fucking mess she was.

I sighed heavily before I spoke. "Get the fuck out. I don't have time for this and I certainly don't answer to you."

Did she really think I wanted her? That seemed to piss her off even more as she attempted to throw a shoe at me.

"I love you, Eric! What we had was special! Are you are just going to forget all off that just to marry some dumb slut!" she shrieked wildly.

I really couldn't be bothered to deal with her or tell her it was all arranged so I scowled. "She is not a fucking slut so get the fuck out out of here before I throw you out!" I growled, my chest beginning to heave.

The blonde - whose name I had long forgotten - started to whimper as she walked up to me. "But don't you remember all the good times we had together? I could give you all that again. I need you and you need me," she whispered as she placed her hands on my chest. I felt her long false nails crawl over my shirt and move downwards.

Then I grabbed onto her fists and held them up to her face. She whined as she looked into my empty eyes.

"I am not a man to hit woman but you are really testing me," I said coldly as I stared down at her.

Father may have had no morals and I had very few but I could never hit a woman purposefully. That was beneath me. The blonde stepped back when I released her from my grip.

"Get out. I never want to see your face again," I said, the words as cold as ice.

She quickly left my room and I nodded at Gabriel. That woman wasn't leaving here alive. I would feel pity for her but that was what someone got if they got mixed up with me - in the wrong way, that is.

I wondered again about Sienna. I didn't know much about her but I could tell that she had high standards. Would I ever live up to them?

Should I even try? I asked myself. Wait, why the fuck should I even try?

I didn't want this. I didn't want her.