“Well what do I get if I win?” I finally ask, looking up at him through my thick lashes.
My voice is breathy and I wish it wasn’t. I wish I wasn’t so desperate for his comfort, but I am.
Dom’s hand cups my chin and his thumb runs along my bottom lip. His body brushes against mine as he takes a step forward, backing me into the brick wall. “Exactly what you want.” My hands go to his chest and I push him back slightly.
“Not here.” I whisper into his mouth as his hands push my blouse up my waist. The cool air feels so wrong against my heated skin.
“You don’t want me to fuck you against this wall doll?” My pussy clenches with need and moisture gathers in my core. Fuck yes I want it. “I need you babe; it’s been too long since I’ve had my dirty girl.”
“I can’t.” I tilt my neck farther as he kisses down my throat to my shoulder. This is so bad; so wrong. But I want it. His breath, his kisses, his touch; it’s everything I want. I want him to take me however he wants whenever he wants. I want my back to scrape against the hard brick as he pounds into me. I can picture it so clearly. His hips keep me pinned with his hard-as-steel erection digging into my belly.
And then he stops. I nearly fall over from the loss of his touch. My body tilts forward and I stumble in my heels and barely catch my footing. I hear Dom’s hard steps on the pavement, his body slamming into something. Another man. I hear them barrel into the wall and fall hard on the ground. Fuck! Someone saw us! Shit, shit, shit.
I adjust my shirt and try to see what’s going on. What the fuck is going on? I try to catch my breath.
“Dom stop!” I yell out as I watch him push the man down on his stomach and twists his arm to the back. I don’t know him. No one fucking comes out here. My body heats with anxiety.
Dom grips his arm and shoves it in an unnatural way. The man’s face distorts with pain. Holy fuck! Fuck he’s really hurting him. “Stop!” I screech with a hoarse voice. My hands cover my mouth when I spot the gun falling from the stranger’s grasp. Then I see what he’s wearing, leather gloves, all black. A gun complete with a silencer. My heart drops to my gut. He was going to shoot Dom. My body goes cold and numb.
My feet naturally take a step back and my body bumps into the brick wall. I can’t turn away. I can’t stop watching. I feel paralyzed as Dom relentlessly smashes the man’s face into the concrete. The crushing sound of his bones crashing against the unforgiving ground makes me sick to my stomach. Oh my god. My breathing comes in short, shallow pants. I can’t. I can’t watch this.
“Not you! Wasn’t you!” The man tries to speak. His face is distorted, covered in dark red with more blood bubbling from his busted lips.
“Who. Tell me who.” Dom speaks hard and low into the man’s ears, but I hear it as though he screamed it.
“The girl.” The girl. Me.
“Who hired you?” Dom asks. My head goes dizzy watching the scene play out.
“Jack.” The man’s head sways and then he takes in a hiss of breath as Dom pulls his arm back further. And then, not a bang, not anything violent, Dom lifts the gun to the back of his head and the man falls forward, the raw bullet hole open and spilling blood onto the pavement.
My vision flashes before my eyes over and over again. No sound. No warning. He was alive and now he’s dead.
My eyes widen as I watch Dom shove the man behind the dumpster. There’s blood everywhere. Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Time passes in slow motion. It doesn’t feel real. This can’t be real.
The bang of the thin metal walls of the dumpster brings me back from the haze.
He’s dead. I stare at the limp body. He was going to kill me. But Dom killed him first.
My throat closes and I struggle to breathe. “What are we going to do?” My voice croaks. He’s dead. Dom just shot him. “It was in self-defense.” My voice raises, “you were only defending me!”
“Hush, doll.” Dom walks to me with ease, gripping both of my arms at my side. “You don’t have to worry about anything. The next person who comes down this alley will be my clean up crew. I already sent them a message.”
What the fuck? I’m shaken and on edge. My body shivers as though I’m freezing. This is why we can’t be together. But if he hadn’t been there. My shaking hands cover my mouth. I would’ve died. I cry into my hands and barely realize Dom’s dragging me away.
Dom
That mother fucker! He’s dead. And if they knew. If any of them knew. They’re all fucking dead. I should’ve known better. My heart’s still beating frantically in my chest. My blood’s pumping with rage, but more than that, fear.