Dirty Dom(34)

This is the emotion I expected. More anger than I thought. But this is more of what I had anticipated.

“You just need to come with me and I’ll take care of everything.”

A humorless laugh slips past her lips. “No you won’t.” She doesn’t say the words with anger. They’re simply stated as fact. “No one’s going to take care of me except for me. And I take care of Jax,” she side steps me and mumbles under her breath, “no one else.”

She opens the door hardly an inch before my palm slams on it and closes her in.

“You need to relax for just a minute and think things through Becca. You don’t really have any options.”

She shakes her head and tries to pull the door open, even though she can clearly see I’m pushing against it. “I’ll just go to the police; they’ll be able to do something.”

My blood freezes and I stare hard at the doctor. She’s still trying to open the door, completely unaware of what she just said and what it means to say those words.

I gentle my hand on her back and lean in close to whisper. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that. But those words better never come out of your mouth again.”

Her hand falls from the door and her eyes go round. She turns quickly shaking her head. “That’s not what I meant.” She swallows and puts her hands on my chest, still frantically shaking her head. “That’s not what I meant.” Her breaths come in short pants and she repeats herself again, “that’s not what I meant.”

I rub my hand on her back in soothing circles shushing her, “I didn’t hear what you said doll.” I place a soft kiss on her forehead. “What was it you said you were going to do?” I give her a hard look with narrow eyes and fucking hate myself for it. She needs comfort right now, but she keeps pushing me away. I’ll do what I have to do to make this right, even if that means being a prick right now.

A frown mars her face and sadness clouds her eyes with defeat. “I said I’ll do as you say Dom.” Her voice is small as she pulls her hands away from my chest.

“Good girl. I’ll take care of you.” She swallows thickly and doesn’t look at me. Doesn’t answer me.

Becca’s a strong woman, I knew that the day she stepped into my office, but she doesn’t have to be right now. She can’t be strong all the time. It’s not possible. She needs someone to lean on, someone to take the lead. Her small hands are still on my chest as I pull her into me. She’s resistant and stubborn. I smile and kiss her hair. She’s gonna have to learn to let me take care of her. I’m not gonna give her any other option.





Dom





Becca looks back at herself in the mirror with hollow eyes. I watch her pupils shrink and focus on every tiny mark on her face. Every bruise. She looks beat to hell, because she was. Looking at the marks make my blood boil. I can’t wait to get my hand wrapped around their throats so I can beat them to bloody pulps.

“I’m going to need better concealer.” She says with no emotion whatsoever. Her fingertips gently touch her face. Tracing a cut over her eye and hovering over a large bruise on her jaw.

“I’ll get you everything that you need.”

“We could just make a stop at my house for most things.”

I shake my head and don’t wait for her to continue her thought, “I sent Clara out a bit ago to get you new things.” Her eyes dart to me in the mirror.

“That’s very kind, but I don’t need-”

“It’s not about need. It’s about you pleasing me. I seem to recall you saying you’d do what I asked?”

Her face falls and I feel like a prick. But she fucking needs this. She won’t let me in any other way.

“I wanna see Jax.”

“You should shower first,” as soon as the words are out of my mouth, I wish I could shove them back in. Who am I to keep her away from him? He’s her son. But she really looks like hell. I can only imagine how he’d react seeing his mom all beat up. “If you wanna-”

“You’re right. I’ll shower first.” She turns around with her back to me and looks at the shower. It’s nothing like what I have at home. I have a state of the art shower system with rainforest heads and a solid bench to relax on with the steam going. It also happens to be good for fucking too. But we’re not at my house, yet. I wanna get her put together before she sees Jax and he’s staying with Ma till then. So instead she’s gonna have to settle for a simple tub and shower set up with a plain white curtain. I mean, it’ll do the trick, but it’s not going to feel nearly as nice, especially on her sore muscles.