I hung up, bolted into my car, and tore out of the driveway.
Sienna was going to pay for defying me and for putting herself in danger.
I opened the tracker app, and sure enough, a red dot was moving across the map. At least she hadn’t figured that part out…yet.
Every single one of my brothers’ wives, even Ninel, had been kidnapped, lured away, or snuck out at some point. I wasn’t about to let Sienna become the next damn statistic. I needed eyes on her at all times, whether she liked it or not.
Could I have let her go earlier and tracked her quietly?
Yeah. Of course.
But that wasn’t the point.
Sienna needed to understand that leaving the house without a guard, or without me, was unacceptable. If I let that shit slide once, she’d think it was an option. And then she’d keep doing it.
I’d rather nip that in the bud before anything escalated.
Because in our world, it always did.
It didn’t take long before I spotted her. I’d know Sienna’s walk anywhere.
Her black hoodie was pulled low, and her hands were buried in her sweats. I parked, jumped out, and closed the distance in seconds.
I grabbed her arm from behind and spun her toward me.
She yelped, stumbling, and I caught her automatically, pulling her against me.
Her eyes met mine.
Fear flashed across her face, then recognition. Something else flickered there, too, before anger slammed over it like a shield.
“Let me go!” she shrieked, shoving at me.
“Do you really want to create a scene right here?” I growled. “Because one call from me can create a much bigger one, one that includes your father.”
Her eyes widened. She froze.
“That’s what I thought. Now let’s go.”
“I’m not going. There’s somewhere I need to be!”
“Where the hell do you need to be at eleven at night?”
“I would’ve gone earlier if you had let me!” Her voice shook. “I didn’t know being married meant giving up my freedom to go wherever the hell I wanted!”
“You wouldn’t tell me where you were going! If you did, I would’ve gone with you. Why are you being this damn stubborn?”
“I don’t want you there! It’s none of your business. I only have an hour left.” Her voice cracked. “I have to be there.”
The hair on the back of my neck rose. Something was wrong.
Was something wrong with Mandy? Was someone trying to blackmail Sienna?
“Where do you have to be, Sienna? Why the deadline?”
“It’s my mother’s birthday!” she shouted, tears spilling down her cheeks. “I just wanted to go see her.”
…Fuck.
