Page 167 of The Billionaire's Secret
"Wife?" Antonio laughs, "Is that what you call this relationship?"
Saint’s shoulders bunch, "Shut the fuck up."
"Have you told her what they did to you when you were kidnapped?"
I half angle my body, glance from Saint to Antonio. "Of course, I know about the incident," I force my voice to stay steady.
"Oh?" Antonio begins to inch back. "Has he told you what they did to him in that cell? How they tortured him and his friends? How they systematically broke him?"
Saint growls low in his throat. The fine hair on the nape of my neck rise. "Of course, he did. We…we have no secrets."
Shit, what am I saying? What does it matter that Antonio is trying to push Saint until he loses control? Why can I not allow that?I straighten my shoulders. I need to deflect Antonio’ attention for as long as I can.
"You told him your secrets, Victoria?"
I pale. "I… Have none."
Antonio grins, "You’ll have to do better than that." He jerks his chin toward Saint, "Even your husband doesn’t believe you."
Don’t look, don’t.I swing my head in Saint’ direction. He’s glaring at me, his features contorted. His blue eyes blaze with… Anger? Hate?
My pulse rate kicks up. Shit, whydoeshis opinion of me matter?"I never withheld anything from you." I glance away, "Not out of choice, at least."
"I believe you."
I whip my gaze to his face, "You do?"
"Of course. All of your actions have a reason."
"Oh!" My heart stutters and warmth coils in my chest. "You believe me?"
"Always." Saint’s lips twist, "Even your lies tell me a story."
"Saint, I—" I step forward.
Antonio pulls me back.
I cry out.
Saint jumps forward.
"Stop right there," Antonio aims his pistol at my husband.
"I… I’m fine," I choke out. "Don’t come close."
Saint’s throat moves as he swallows. "Get away from her," he growls.
“Get back.” Antonio, waves his gun and the crowd scrambles away. "The rest of you too."
I survey the room and find Sinclair—with Summer behind him—Weston, Damian and Edward standing in a semicircle.
Amelie and the girls are clustered in a corner away from the action.
Antonio jerks his chin, "I won’t warn you again.
"Get back, you guys," Saint growls.
Weston hesitates. Damian and Edward stay unmoving. Sinclair balls his fists at his sides.
