Page 39 of Unlock My Heart

He looks around before asking quietly, “Are things alright at home?”

Alright at home?

It’s so absurd it’s laughable.

“Michele can be…” Nic trails off.

A monster? A man-child? A mob boss with too much authority that’s gone unchecked for years?

“Michele,” I supply. “Nic, I appreciate your concern, but we should drop this conversation⁠—”

“He’s getting out soon.”

The air stifles. Too heavy, too thick, even for New Orleans.

This is the first time we’ve talked about “him” in nearly ten years.

“And what does that mean for you?” I dare to ask the question that’s been on my mind.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Nic says quietly.

“Nothing. That’s what it means for me. Have a good evening.” I walk briskly to my waiting town car, the driver opening and closing my door.

My head hits the back of the seat as I close my eyes.

Nothing. Nada. Not a thing.

Zero real estate.

Returning home, I quickly shower and crawl into bed. My pillow receives a good punch, and I flip off the light.

He’s getting out soon.

It’s not like I didn’t know Fabien’s release date, so I’m unsure why Nic bringing it matters.

My pillow gets another punch.

Fabien would never in a million years start an intra-family war over me. I’m married to a Calvani capo. End of story.

Punch.

Besides, Fabien made his feelings clear the night when everything went to hell.

Punch.

And considering I haven’t heard from him since his pathetic jailhouse marriage proposal, it’s safe to say those feelings haven’t changed.

My eyes burn as I shove the pillow over my head; I’d rather suffocate than shed another tear for that man.

Sienna

Eighteen-years-old

“You’re on the pill, right? Please, for the love of all things holy, tell me that you’re on the pill.” Fabien grabs ahold of his cock, lining it up with my pussy.

My tongue darts out, wetting my lips. “I just started taking it.”

“Sienna, I swear to you that I’m clean.” He nudges my entrance with the tip. “Let me go bare.”