Free Bailey, Debbie - Sienna's Submission [Men of Kinsey] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Debbie Bailey Page B

Sasha snarled.
    His brother grabbed him by the arm and swung him and slammed him up against the wall outside Sienna’s room. “What the fuck, Mikhail?”
    “You need to bring it down a notch, brother. I can feel the anger in you, and it’s not doing either of us any good. If either of us were to kill Eric, we would lose Sienna. You know this.” He pushed himself away from Sasha. “She would never forgive herself if you spent the rest of your life in prison. She needs us now more than ever, and it’s going to be a lot of hard work to bring her back from this. Are you with me on this, or do I have to take you out back and kick your ass like I did when we were kids?” Mikhail’s lips quirked in a small grin, knowing that Sasha would not do anything that would hurt Sienna any further.
    “Damn, you’re right, Mikhail. Let’s go and make sure our girl is comfortable, and then we should head back to the house for a quick shower and shave, ’cause, brother, you need it.” He laughed and headed back into the room.

    * * * *

    The next week was by far the most frustrating week she had ever had. The doctors wouldn’t release her until they were sure that there was no lasting brain injury. Mikhail and Sasha had almost lived in her hospital room, fussing and fighting over every little detail. And the food was, well, let’s just say the hospital needed to learn what salt was at least.
    Her bruises looked horrible still, but at least she could see out of her eyes again. Sasha and Mikhail had been wonderful through it all. Frustrating and annoying at times, but wonderful nonetheless.
    Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she walked across gingerly to the closet, grabbed the clothes that the boys had brought for her to wear home, and headed for the bathroom.
    Moving quickly was out of the question since her body still felt like it had been hit by a Mack truck.
    “Sienna? What the hell do you think you’re doing, little one?” Mikhail snarled.
    “I need to get dressed so that we can get me the hell out of here. I have kept you two away from the office long enough. I’m sure you’ll need time to find a new assistant and my apartment is probably covered in dust by now,” she grumbled back at him.
    Slowly, Mikhail walked toward her. She could feel his pull on her body even in its beat-up state.
    “No, little one, you are not going back to that cramped apartment.”
    Sienna opened her mouth to tell him he could stuff it, but before she could, Sasha came around beside her, whispering in her ear, “Don’t fight us on this one, baby. You won’t win, and we both have very little control left where you’re concerned.”
    “You have no one to care for you there, and besides, we haven’t finished our weekend yet.” Mikhail smiled, pulling her into his arms for a gentle hug.
    “You’re kidding me, right?” she cried. “I can’t stay with you, and I’m certainly in no shape to play your games!”
    Smiling and kissing the side of her head, Mikhail tenderly turned her in the direction of the bathroom and gently nudged her toward the door.
    “Go get dressed, baby. Don’t argue with us on this. We need to care for you. We need to have you close to us so we know that you’re safe. The security at the house has been doubled and all the locks are now coded. You won’t ever feel unsafe there again. We promise.”
    Sienna was in no shape to put up a huge fight about it. She’d go and stay with them for a couple of days, just until she could move around a little better, she told herself.
    Closing the door, she leaned back against it and let out the breath that she had been holding. Damn, how was she going to keep them from knowing how she felt if she was living at their house? Slowly moving to the toilet, she lifted her gown and sat down. When she went to get up, however, she realized that her muscles weren’t going to let her.
    Tears started streaming down her face as she tried again and again to stand up. Laying her