“Would you be willing to speak to either Mr. Riso or Mr. Massi?” Detective Harrison asked.

“I will not, under any circumstances, speak to Paolo,” Siena said. “I don’t want that man anywhere near me. If Alonzo needs to see for himself that I’m safe, well, of course he can, but I want Drake and Elijah with me.”

Madison and Harrison exchanged a look. Harrison left the room, Drake trailing after him. They returned a couple of minutes later with Alonzo Massi. Ignoring everyone else in the room, Alonzo went straight to the bed, his eyes taking in Siena’s face and the bandage there.

“Siena, I didn’t know.”

Elijah knew he meant he didn’t realize Paolo had attacked her.

“Where else are you injured?”

“Four cracked ribs. One broken. Lacerations, four of them from her shoulders to the small of her back, fairly deep. The laceration from temple to the top of her cheek and the worst, a claw mark from her hip to her knee. That one was extremely deep,” Elijah answered for her. “She got a massive infection from the bacteria in the leopard’s claws.”

Alonzo’s face didn’t change expression. Not at all. He looked as cold as ice. “You good here, Siena?” he asked.

She caught her lower lip between her teeth and nodded. “For the time being. I can’t go home. It’s a crime scene, and I don’t want to be anywhere near Paolo. I don’t trust him.”

“Sweetheart,” Elijah cautioned her. Alonzo was definitely not happy with Paolo attacking her.

Her gaze jumped to Elijah’s face. She bit her lip again and then twisted her fingers together. Elijah gently laid his hand over both of hers, stilling the nervous habit.

“She’s on the road to recovery, Massi,” he said. “But it’s a slow process. She had an enormous amount of stitches, and that isn’t comfortable. She needs to rest as much as possible.” He made it a clear warning that all of them should leave—and soon.

Alonzo nodded and then turned his attention back to Siena. “You have my cell number.” It wasn’t a question. She’d had his cell number since she was a teenager.

“Yes,” she said softly, avoiding his eyes. “Thank you for arranging my grandfather’s memorial service when I couldn’t. I really appreciate that you did that while I was in the hospital.”

“This will be taken care of,” Alonzo said. “You need me, I’ll come running. Take your time, Siena, and get better. Your grandfather’s lawyers are pushing to see you. They want to read the will.”

She shrank back. “Not yet, Alonzo. Tell them I’m not ready.”

He nodded. “You have any other orders?”