Page 109 of Unlock My Heart

“Wouldn’t want that,” Maks drawls in an amused tone before he rolls up the window and drives off.

My attention focuses on my wife. “Sienna, talk to me. Are you hurt?”

“Put me down.” She goes to slap me again, but I grab her wrist, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I’ll take that as a no. Come on. We’re going home.”

“My home; you’re hereby kicked out,” she declares.

“That’s cute,” I tell her, placing her in the car and sliding in beside her.

She goes to kick me, and I grab her ankle, yanking her over the seat to my side. I shift my bodyweight on top of her, banding her arms over her head.

“Get off me.” She struggles beneath me, and my cock turns to stone.

Sienna feels it. Her eyes go wide for a split second before she covers it with a scowl.

I’ve always had a hair-trigger erection problem around this woman, but add in the celibacy, and my cock’s damn near ready to explode. “Till death do us part, piccola volpe.”

Her body stills, the fire doused. “I’m the only one who’s ever at risk of dying around you.”

My forehead falls to hers on a frustrated sigh. “Baby⁠—”

She knees me in the balls, and with an Oof, I roll off her.

“Mrs. Calvani, glad to see you’re in good spirits,” Saint tells her, now behind the wheel.

“Is that what you call it?” I groan, cupping myself.

“Thanks, Saint. Kind words back there,” she tells him, shifting to her seat and straightening her dress. “The next time my husband fails to keep me safe, we’ll see if you really mean them. With his track record, it shouldn’t be long.” Her eyes cut to mine before turning her attention out the window.

A growl vibrates my chest as I get on the phone with my head of security, lining up the death of the guard who fucked up and let Angelo take my wife. “Next time, it’ll be your head,” I promise him, ending the call.

“You know what your problem is, current husband?” Sienna says, examining her nails. “Zero personal responsibility. Always someone else’s fault. Always someone else’s head.”

“Would you like mine, baby? On a silver or gold platter?”

Without a response, she resumes peering out the window.

“You will have Lacey with you at all times,” I warn her. “In the bathroom. In the classroom. In the hallways. Going to and from class. She’s your goddamn conjoined twin from hereon out.”

We drive in silence for a stretch, me realizing my mistake with the twin comment.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” I tell her quietly. “About everything.”

Sienna doesn’t comment, even though I know damn well that she heard me.

My hand drags down my face. “I keep trying to make things right with you, but it seems all I do is fuck it up even more.”

“Then let me go,” she murmurs, still focusing out the window.

“Never.” Everything feels unsettled, but that’s the one thing I’m sure of.

“Your funeral,” she mutters.

A smile tugs my lips. There’s fire left in my girl, and that means I still have a chance.

And a snowball’s chance is always better than none.