“Carlos,” I say by way of a greeting.
“Sienna.” He pulls me in and kisses me on my cheek. “You look lovely as always.”
It’s a fight not to reach up and wipe my cheek where he left his kiss. “Thank you. Would you care for some coffee or tea?”
“Coffee sounds good.” He gives me a small smile.
Carlos is handsome, and he’s always been nice too. I think he will make someone a good husband one day, but it won’t be me. There’s no spark or passion between us, and that’s what I truly want. Reaching up, I touch my necklace, thinking of the love my parents had for each other as he follows me into the kitchen. I’m not willing to settle for anything less.
His family is close to ours, and they’ve been here several times. Instead of taking coffee in the formal sitting room, we choose the kitchen for a more casual setting. Margaret makes us something to drink before she leaves us sitting at the large island alone. I’m sure there are a few guards barely out of sight and within earshot, but it's the illusion of privacy at least.
We fall into light talk, not really about anything of importance. Then it circles around to my dad, and Carlos clears his throat.
“You know they want us to get married.” I nod my head. “I would like to hear what you think about that, Sienna.”
“I don’t really know you,” I say honestly. Plus, I think I’m in love with a convict, and although I barely know him, he did save my life and came on me. Thankfully I keep that part to myself.
“We should change that.” He places his hand on top of mine, and just at that moment, the house phone rings.
I hurry to pull my hand out from under his and get up. Perfect timing.
“Sorry, it could be my father.” I rush over to the phone and answer it. “Hello?”
“Sienna.” A deep voice rumbles through the line, and I turn around to face away from Carlos.
“Kai,” I whisper.
“Are you being a good girl?” I glance over my shoulder to Carlos, who is staring my way. “Answer me.”
“I’m trying to be.” It’s the truth.
“Sienna.” His tone is filled with warning.
“I have a visitor right now, but I didn’t know it was happening,” I whisper and lean closer to the phone. “He’s a potential husband.” The sound he makes on the other end of the phone makes my nipples tighten.
“I can’t stand that you’re out of my grasp. Get rid of him, or I’ll get rid of him permanently.” My mouth falls open. I have no idea what Kai is capable of, but it’s not like I want Carlos here either.
“Okay,” I agree.
“Good girl. I’ll call back, and he’d better be gone.”
It sounds like a threat, but it doesn't scare me in the least. If that was his intent, he’s failed because it’s had the opposite effect. Call me crazy or naïve, but I know Kai would never hurt me. And if this is the way he wants it, I’m all in.
“I will,” I tell him before I end the call.
I do as I’m told, and as soon as I hang up, I pretend to have a migraine. It gets Carlos out of here in record time, and I take the house phone with me to my bedroom.
As I wait for Kai to call back, I smile, knowing I’m the good girl he wants me to be.
Chapter Eight
Kai
It’s a long while later before I’m able to call Sienna back safely. Sam sent a package today and bribed the guards to pass it through inspection without checking it. Inside was a burner phone, cash, and a note. I flushed the note and hid the cash while I made a quick call to Sienna.
I’d felt utter rage when she said someone was there as a potential husband. That’s not fucking happening. Nobody but me is going to have her, and I don’t care how crazy that makes me. Our fate was sealed in the stars before we ever met. She is my destiny, that’s clear now, and I’m going to do whatever it takes to get to her.
“Tupuola,” someone says as my cell door opens.
It’s almost lights out, so I’m surprised there’s someone coming in here. After a moment, Leo steps through, and I notice he’s alone. Standing up, I brace myself for whatever’s coming next.
“I heard you had a visitor.” He gives nothing away as he makes this statement.
I nod, keeping my cards close to my chest. I should have known he would find out, but I was blinded by Sienna, and all rational thoughts were gone.
“She’s not meant for you,” he says, and I see his fists clench at his sides. “You saved her, and I owe you for that, but I’ve worked hard to keep her from this life.”