Page 114 of Unlock My Heart

She accepts the weapon, getting a feel for it in her hand. “And what if I call your bluff?” The cool kiss of metal is now positioned against my skin.

“Lower.” With my hand wrapped around hers, I reposition the ice pick on my neck. “You want to be right here on the vein.”

“Don’t mansplain to me how to slit a throat,” she snaps. “I know how to slit a⁠—”

“You killed Jade.”

Her grip on the weapon never falters, but I can see the vulnerability flash in her eyes before she hides it.

“You’re wrong.” Bold statement considering she’s pressing the pick harder into my vein. “I know you, and if you killed Jade, then you had your reasons.”

“And if I kill you, do I have my reasons?” Sienna challenges.

My eyes never leave hers. “If I have to convince you, then sorry, baby, but you don’t.”

She lowers the ice pick, tossing it at my chest. It bounces off me, falling to the floorboard.

Saint and Jermaine approach the car, and another guard opens the trunk for them to place Sienna’s pillow and bobbins inside.

Saint joins us behind the wheel, clearing his throat. “Ready to go?”

“Yes,” I say.

“No,” Sienna says.

I’m ignored by my wife as we make our way to the airport. Not ideal, but at least I get to sit next to her and look at her pretty face. It’s still a win.

“Our souls have always known each other,” I murmur, loud enough for her ears only.

That elicits an acrid laugh from my wife. “You have a soul?”

“Dark calls to dark.”

She doesn’t comment, returning her attention to the window.

My arm spreads out over her headrest, my knees parting and grazing hers. So what if I’m doing it intentionally because I’m starved for Sienna’s touch; I’ve never claimed to be a saint, and I’ve only ever been a gentleman for her.

“Pull over,” Sienna leans forward and instructs Saint.

“Why, Mrs. Calvani?” He eyes us in the rearview.

“Because I’m moving to the front seat.”

“Sorry, you’re safer in the back,” I tell her, not sorry in the least.

She goes to crawl through the console, and I grip her by the hips, slamming her sweet ass back in her seat.

“Do you want to know the biggest lie you ever told me?” Her words are tinged with fury. “That I was safe with you.”

It’s like Sienna’s pulled the pin from a grenade and flung it at my face.

The rage I harbor toward myself needs an outlet, and the passenger seat headrest is the only option. My fist connects, and it goes flying into the front floorboard.

“Oh, did I hit a nerve?” Sienna taunts. “And then to add to your abysmal track record, you allowed Angelo to kidnap me from what should have been a safe place.”

“You’re right. I fucked up with your security at school, but it won’t happen again; I swear it,” I plead to her.

“Whatever you say, current husband,” she says in a mocking tone, returning her attention to the window.