Chapter 3

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“Y-you,” Sienna whispers breathlessly, shocked that Lorenzo Vitale was the masked client and not Luca.

She stripped for the wrong brother!

She couldn’t believe she was staring right at Lorenzo—and worse, he had figured out who she was under her stripper mask, her hidden identity revealed!

“Oh? Finally not pretending you have no idea who I am, babydoll?”

Lorenzo’s Italian accent had cut through the silence like a sharp knife that he wielded.

“Aren’t you going to continue?” he asked with a raised brow.

And Sienna had never felt such mortification, recalling how she desperately clung to him, letting his fingers caress her pussy while grinding on his groin.

“You can’t stop after you’ve gotten my cock all hard,” he says as his lips curved, and Sienna’s ears flushed pink.

“You are such a dick,” she grits through her teeth, pushing as she struggles to get her body off Lorenzo before he can stop her.

He smirks before pulling her off his lap, whipping her around and pinning her on the table.

“Oh, I’m a dick alright, because this cock needs more.” He rubs it on her knees just as he leans in.

“That lipstick needs to be ravished,” before Sienna can speak. Her lips are sealed with Renzo’s,

her eyes wide as she feels his tongue push into her mouth.

A warm scent of spice and mint hits her nostrils as she feels his hot tongue on hers.

But Sienna bites down hard on the male’s lip, hoping to hear him struggle.

“Hmm, I like that,” he hums, giving her a reply she had never expected.

But she pushes him away, that was enough time she had to escape from his hold.

“Leaving so early, little ballerina?” he questions, and Sienna stiffens by the door. Her heart beating fast—her secret was out to the worst person imaginable.

She doesn’t look back as she runs out the door, then roughly realises her mask is off as she quickly ties it on.

She hides in the corner when she hears a familiar voice that belongs to Monica.

“What a letdown! After I paid so much money for her!” she gossips to one of her friends.

“I know; you put out so many nicknames, but why?”

“Rumour has it that a certain Vitale secretly came to this place because of her. I wanted to see him!” Monica groans.

But that wasn’t right? Why would Lorenzo even do that? Sienna couldn’t help questioning their words and felt angry for Luca because of Monica’s shallow reason.

“Let’s go home; I am getting my money back!” she called out, enraged, starting toward the elevator, while Sienna raced down the steps to the manager’s office.

“Mr. Jones, I am sorry—”

“What the fucking hell! That’s $15,000 you lost, $15,000! Where the fuck were you?” he raged.

“I can’t explain fully, but there was a mix-up. I swear I went to dance and—”

“—no matter the explanation, it’s too late.” Mr. Jones sighs, and Sienna’s stomach drops.

“No, tell them we’ll reschedule, and I can do double hours.”

“The money has been refunded, and they aren’t coming back. New management rules. Sorry, kid.”

Sienna felt like her world was crumbling. Her chest felt tight, like over a million needles pricked her skin and chest. She leaves the manager’s office feeling even more so as she heads to her dressing room.

Barely taking off her makeup when her tears began to flow, she said, She needed that money tonight for her sister.

She sits in her vanity chair, crying as all hope is lost.

Today is the last day before her sister is going to get taken to another state!

She covers her face as she cries into her hands. She goes under the shower, crying her eyes out once more before she puts on her clothes.

She puts on a dark blue striped top and jean shorts and Chelsea boots, letting her waist-length hair fall to her back as she wears a cap to cover her face.

But just then, she gets a text on her phone—an alert that makes her eyes open wide and her heart skip a beat in disbelief.

Sitting in her bank account was $30,000, double what Monica was going to spend.

She checks the name to see a message from an unknown “Do not run away next time, my little ballerina,” and she knew instantly who it was from.

Lorenzo Vitale!

She knew the consequence of that money. She owed him.

Sienna stared at her bank account for a solid minute before she took it.

She races to her small scooter parked in the back alley as she ignores the warning bells.

She places her bag in the scooter basket before turning the ignition and races towards the New York State Building.

She rushed towards the foster and adoption office, citing her sister’s name. With the paid reimbursement that has been pending for months,

She paid immediately, and a sigh of relief was etched in her throat, almost crying, when she got the notification of approval on her phone and her ID address.

Even with the sudden downpour, Sienna didn’t waste time racing to her scooter and down over 50 blocks towards the suburban area and towards the foster home her sister was in.

She barely parks before sprinting up the steps of the old twin house.

Just as the door opens to a Door go see Rita who looks panicked to see Sienna.

“M-Miss Moretti. What are you doing here? I thought without a state approval, you won’t—”

“Look! I have it. Now let me see my sister!” Sienna urges.

“I am afraid you can’t—”

Sienna didn’t wait for her words as she forced her way in, “gabi? Puppy I’m here!” Siennas shouts.

She hears Comotion upstairs, only for her to hear a scream and loud crash over the staircase.

She races over, and the scene makes her chest twist just as she screams,

“Gabi!”

Gabi was face down, temple bleeding and hand turned in an unnatural way as Sienna took her sister into her hold.

“No, no, no…Call 911!” She cried towards Rita and her husband but they barely respond,

“No… we will be in trouble…no”

Sienna's heart drops in disgust and disappointment to their selfish thoughts, She takes her sister into her arms, and races into the pouring rain as she holds her sister close.

“Gabi, it’s me. Don’t go, please! Someone help!” she begs as a car light illuminates her vision and stops right in front of her.

It makes her freeze when she sees a black Mercedes pull up to her front, and Renzo walks out of it a moment later.

Why was he there? How did he know?

But her mind was more concerned about her sister as She cries, her sanity barely holding on as she watched him reach for Gabi and place her in the back seat.

Sienna, who still felt numb, barely noticed when she was pushed into the car as she looked to her hands trembling and saw blood, her sister's blood and then she looks towards the driver’s seat.

Her eyes on a solemn and quiet Lorenzo who places a number on the speed dial.

“Your orders, sir.”

“328 Morvel Street, house 68,” he says his home address with the coldest and cruellest voice Sienna had ever heard.

His next words left Sienna speechless.

“Burn it to the ground.”

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