Sneak Peek
Unlock My Heart: NOLA Mobsters
Sienna
The bed shifts behind me, and I inwardly groan. My husband didn’t come home last night; I was hoping to keep the lucky streak going.
Without asking for permission, Michele moves my panties to the side and shoves his woefully useless dick inside me.
Happy fucking birthday.
“I thought we would dine tonight at the lounge in celebration of your birthday.”
“Sounds wonderful.” I’d rather shove bamboo rods under my fingernails.
Michele grunts and thrusts wildly, and I halfheartedly fake an orgasm, praying he isn’t far behind.
“Oh, fuck, Sienna!” His cum spurts in one short burst before his body stills. “I just put a baby in you,” he murmurs, pulling out.
“Mmm, I hope so,” I lie. Not only am I secretly on the pill, I also religiously track my cycle and time my “migraines” to fall during my ovulation window.
A surprised squeal escapes my lips as Michele flips me onto my back. His hand bands around my throat as panic floods my body. He flashes a chilling smile: the smile of a predator who knows his prey’s weakness. And damn if the man doesn’t know every single one of mine.
I fucking hate him for it.
With his free hand, he flings my birth control at me, and I snap my eyes closed as the plastic container bounces off my forehead. “I should kill you.”
The only thing keeping me from spiraling is the knowledge that he won’t—simply because Michele hates to lose. What he fails to realize is his opponent, Fabien Calvani, tapped out years ago, but my husband’s ignorance is my security.
Giving my throat one final warning squeeze, he releases me, and I greedily suck in a breath. “My doctor prescribed it to help with period cramps,” I lie. “I was going to tell you…”
Michele silently rolls out of bed, grabbing a black jewelry box on the nightstand that wasn’t there when I went to bed last night. “What do you think?” He dramatically pops it open, displaying a diamond necklace.
“It’s stunning,” I say with a scratchy voice, trying to appease him so he doesn’t go ballistic again.
“I’m glad you think so, because you will be seated by my side, as I present this stunning piece of jewelry to my mistress.”
Which mistress ? I want to ask, but bite my tongue.
“In front of everyone, you will dine with us in silence, as punishment for your deceit.” He snaps the box closed with an evil glint in his eyes.
“I’ve let you off easy this time, Sienna.
Stop taking the pill, unless you want to wind up in a box.
” He strolls out of the room with the jewelry box and my pill box.
I grit my teeth back and forth, flinging the covers off me.
Marching to the bathroom, I turn on the shower as I strip. Not waiting for the water to heat up, I climb in and suppress a squeal as I move the freezing spray between my legs.
Nearly ten years of wedded “bliss” to this man, and the only one I have to blame is myself. And the only pill I’ll be swallowing is a bitter one.
I take my time getting ready, hoping Michele’s already left for the hotel, but damn, today’s going to be one of those days. Seated at the table, my husband’s back is to me as I enter the kitchen.
Silently, I get to work with the espresso machine. Daring to turn around, I ask, “Darling, would you like coffee?”
The mini cup slips through my fingers, shattering around my bare feet.
Michele is slumped over, his eyes wide and fixed on the folded newspaper on the breakfast table.
Tiptoeing around the broken shards, I place my fingers on his pulse point.
Nothing.
A part of me worries it’s too good to be true, and like a villain in a horror movie, he’ll pop back up. But as the minutes pass, and he doesn’t so much as twitch a muscle, I do a happy dance, grinning from ear to ear. The first genuine smile in as long as I can remember.
But my celebration comes to a screeching halt.
A small fox figurine is positioned next to Michele’s newspaper.
That son of a bitch.
Not that I’m upset my husband was murdered, but that Fabien Calvani thought he had the right to waltz back into my life.
Escorted by Fabien’s lawyer, I storm into the attorney/client room. Fabien rises with a cocky smile on that handsome face of his. It’s been almost ten years since I’ve seen the man; you’d think my heart wouldn’t do this ridiculous pitter-patter.
You’d think.
“Happy birthday, piccola volpe. Did you like my gift?” he asks, so fucking proud of himself.
I sit, demurely crossing my legs and wrapping my hands around my knees. “Took you long enough. Prison’s made you soft.”
His nostrils flare as he takes his seat, leaning across the table with his hands shackled. “The only thing soft was that man’s flaccid dick.”
“You’ve been thinking about another man fucking me.” My lips curl into a smile. “Didn’t realize you were a cuckold. Interesting.”
He tries to hide it, but I spot that tiny flicker of rage in those baby blues. “You’re no longer married, Sienna. My offer stands.”
“I’d rather crawl naked over broken glass than marry you. If you’ll excuse me, you’ve made a huge mess that I’m left to deal with . ”
Again , I don’t add.
I rise, swaying my hips to the door.
“Aww, baby, we both know you’ll come crawling back, but since I’m a nice guy, I won’t make you do it over broken glass. Will make you crawl naked, though.”
Throwing him a withering look over my shoulder, I tell him, “Not even a snowball’s chance.”
And this time when I say it, I’m standing on business.