He kept Siena close to him, his arm locked around her waist, as he talked to Doc for a few more minutes. Eli and Drake stood as they entered the waiting room. Drake went directly to the door and opened it, exiting first. Tomas, lounging against the car, came alert, opening the backseat passenger door, his eyes scanning rooftops while Drake was looking carefully up and down the streets for any sign of trouble.

Siena had made the announcement that she was taking over the Arnotto winery—the papers making a big deal of it. The winery was famous all over the world, and reporters had come the moment the word got out, along with the fact that she was engaged and soon to be married to Elijah Lospostos. She had also named her business manager, Alonzo Massi, who had been with her grandfather for years and was a man she trusted implicitly to oversee all the various businesses under the Arnotto umbrella.

Since the announcement had gone public, Elijah and Drake had tightened security. Locked it down, in fact. Siena didn’t go anywhere, not even to step outside the house onto the patio without a bodyguard. She didn’t like it, but so far she hadn’t said anything. Paolo was no longer a threat and neither was Robert Gaton, but Elijah and Drake were taking no chances that any of the other bosses would object to Elijah and Siena forming an empire.

He helped her into the back of the car and slid in beside her, reaching to take her hand as she looked out the opposite window. She looked close to tears. Tomas started the car and they were away, the vehicle behind following close.

“Baby, for every bad thing he said, there was a solution. Our babies are going to be strong, and we’ll do this right. They’ll have every chance, and if you give a Lospostos a chance, he thrives.”

When she kept her head turned away from him, he tugged on her hand. “Mi vida, I need you to look at me.” He had to see her eyes.

When she turned her head he saw he was right and tears swam in her eyes. His heart reacted, just as it always did, clenching a little in pain.

“It was awful. The things he said were awful. I thought maybe there would be a little danger to me, but everything he said was about them.”

Not everything. He’d heard more than she had when it came to some of the things Doc said, but he wasn’t going to point them out. He brought her hand to his mouth, opening her fingers so he could press kisses over her palm to her inner wrist. “We are going to have three beautiful children. We’re going to enjoy every second of the pregnancy and we’ll follow the doc’s advice to the letter. Everything will be fine.”