It didn’t feel real. Nothing did. All the tears she had shed in the aftermath of her mother’s puzzling death, were long gone and all which was left was a cold disbelief which left her teeth chattering.
Roman had only gotten hold of Alvar late Monday evening. He’d been holed up incommunicado while he’d rescued a man, woman and child before allegedly wiping out the leaders of a rival family and assimilating any survivors into his fold.
Not five minutes after Roman had reached him, he’d called Sienna to say he was on his way home. It was now Tuesday morning but the flight from Sicily to LA was nearly fourteen hours and he’d still had to get back to civilization and his private jet. But she was missing him and as she stood in front of her mother’s casket, her hands trembling as she looked a
