“Better.” She ran her fingers gently down the length of it.
“Have you shared that you’re not sleeping at night?” Wyatt asked.
“Wyatt, stop,” she snapped.
I turned to move my arm to wrap around the back of the seat. “You’re not sleeping?”
“I am.”
“She’s not.” Wyatt shook his head. “You never lie to the mafia, Sienna.”
I smirked at his comment, and she elbowed him. I would address the sleeping matter later. Right now, I just wanted them to enjoy themselves a little. It might be fun to show them what our small town could offer. I sat back. Maybe this would be just what we all needed.
“We got company, boss,” Vinni called, and I saw the police were waving us over.
“Pull over,” I ordered. I noted that our other cars had followed and pulled over as well. I knew my men would sit tight and wait for my instructions.
“Oh, shit, what did we do?” Wyatt sounded panicked as he pulled out his wallet and removed his ID. I rolled down my window as the officer approached Vinni’s window.
As soon as he saw my face, he stood straighter and moved his hand off his weapon.
“Forgive me, Mr. Capri. We’ve had a few problems lately, and we are told to check any and all vehicles.”
“Not a problem. You’re just doing your job. You have a good day.”
“You as well, sir.”
I rolled the window up and signaled for Vinni to get moving.
“Just like that?” Sienna shook her head as though she was blown away the police knew about my family.
“We donate a lot to the police department,” I explained.
“It’s like riding with John Gotti,” Wyatt said. “You never actually hear about this kind of stuff happening, but you know it does.” His nervous laugh turned into a cough.
“You watch too many American movies.” Sienna laughed.
“You doubtmymovie watching, but wasn’t it you who used that good comeback with the guy holding the gun at Mariano’s?”
She really did share everything with him.
“Yeah, and almost got my head blown off because of it.”
“What about the time Renzo came to see you when you were living on the streets?”
That caught my attention. I glanced down at her and wondered why the hell that one was never mentioned before.
“She took a pipe to his knee,” Wyatt bragged.
“What?” I looked hard at Sienna.
“It was self-defense, use whatever means necessary.” She shrugged.
“What happened to Renzo after that?”
“Don’t know.” She shrugged again. “A man walked into the alley just after I hit him and spooked him enough to run. Last I saw, the guy was chasing him, and I bolted in the opposite direction. Never saw him again.”
I wondered if that was one of Francesco’s men. I leaned on the armrest, and something she said the other day at the graveyard hit me. She had used the word “weapon,” not “gun.” There was a lot to learn about this new Sienna.