Dirty Dom(26)

What’s even worse though, is how sad I was when I heard him leave last night. It fucking hurt, listening to him sneaking out and hearing the door close. I held Jax longer than I needed too. Long after he’d fallen asleep in my arms. I just couldn’t let him go.

As if on cue, he screams, “Mommy!” and my room fills with his little voice. The hint of a smile graces my lips and I climb out of bed. Time to get ready. I way over slept. But it’s Monday, no weekend rush. I can get him ready and off to preschool before heading in. Sarah will pick him up and I’ll make spaghetti. Jax’s favorite. I shake my hands of this numbing anxiety racing through my body.

It’s over. I ended it. My heart pains as it twists into an unforgiving knot in my chest. It shouldn’t hurt this much to do the right thing.

Why does it hurt so much? I’m so tired of being in pain.



I hate Mondays. There’s always so much shit that needs to be done. I need to make sure everything is correct with inventory first. I’ve got to order everything by two to make sure I have it all by Friday lunch time. I breathe in deep. I have my check list on the lap top. I’m supposed to interview managers and another assistant manager. But I don’t have the time.

I know I should make the time because it would really lighten my load to have the help, but there’s just so much to do. And I really try so damn hard to be home by five, six at the latest, so I can be there for Jax. Of course I have to go back to work using my lap top as soon as he’s asleep. But as long as I’m there for him when he’s done with preschool and at his soccer practice, that’s what matters.

I can’t miss this time with him. Babies don’t keep.

I park my car in my spot. The same spot I park in every fucking day for the past four years and a heavy sigh leaves me. I really wish I could take a break. I wish I didn’t have to run myself ragged every damn day. I could sell out. I could take the money and try to invest it so it would last for us. But fucking Rick got us into so much debt, digging his way out of financial ruin. And then all the lawyer’s fee. And then of course when he died I had to pay his lawyers that tried to take Jax away from me. That bill fucking hurt like hell to pay. I take the key from the ignition. I can’t stop now. Just one day at a time will get me through. And at least I still have my little man. I’ll be strong for him.

Grabbing my shoulder bag with my lap top in it and my purse, I swing both over my shoulder and get out of the car. I click the alarm and turn towards the restaurant.

A scream tears through my throat as a large hand, concealed in a black leather glove covers my mouth and a large body wraps around my frame. No! I scream and flail my arms. No! This can’t be happening. For a moment, I think it may be Dom. But this isn’t him. I know it’s not him. Tears sting my eyes as my throat burns with a shrilling scream. I stumble forward, as the man pushes his chest into me and crushes his heavy weight against my body, pinning me to the rough brick. My head bashes against it and my cheek scrapes it.

The stinging cuts hardly register as he twists my arm. The pain shoots up my shoulder. The black sleeve of the man’s sweater slips up his arm and reveals a dark, detailed tattoo of a green dragon wrapped around a red shield. Another man comes out in front of me with a rag. I struggle in the man’s hold, trying like hell to get away.

But it’s no use.

The rag covers my face and I try not to breathe.

I hold my breath for as long as I can, but I can’t. I inhale the chloroform into my lungs.

The last thing that goes through my mind as the darkness takes over is, Dom. I wish he were here to save me.



My head feels so heavy. So groggy. My vision swirls and my chin touches my chest. I groan and lean my head back. “Agh!” That was a mistake. My temples pulse with pain. I try to move my aching shoulders and then I remember. I struggle against the abrasive rope digging into my arms, wrists, thighs and ankles.

A scream tears through me. My eyes open wide, but all I see is black. I’m tied down to a chair and blind folded. My heart races and my breathing comes up short. No. I shake my head frantically. This can’t be happening. “No!”

Smack! A hand lands hard across my face and whips my head to the side. The sound echoes through the room. I cry out in pain. My shoulders burn from the harsh movement. How long have I been here? Jax. Tears stream down my face. I bite my tongue. I don’t know if they have him. Whoever they are. I don’t know if they even know he exists. I keep my mouth shut. Who the fuck took me? What do they want?

Dom. The air stills in my lungs. Did he do this? My body shudders in agony and my chest aches with betrayal. I shake my head. He wouldn’t do this. How the fuck would I know? I don’t know him. I should’ve never talked to him like that. My shoulders try to turn inward, I try to close myself in, but I can’t. I’m stuck like this.