What if I hadn’t been there? I was going to wait till she was done with work, till she’d put Jax to bed. I didn’t want to risk her getting so damn worked up over me until she was alone. But then I saw her. I just had to go to her.
She was going through the motions; that’s all. Her beautiful plump lips never turned up into her gorgeous smile. Every time her head fell in the slightest I swore she was crying. How could I not go to her knowing how hurt she was?
And it’s a good fucking thing I did.
My hands grip the steering wheel, making my knuckles turn white. He was going to kill her. He didn’t even fucking know her. A kill for pay. I saw him over her shoulder. Waiting. I fucking know who that bastard is, JD. He never asks questions, just gets the job done. He’s not family; he’s a hire out.
Well now he’s fucking dead.
My body tingles and then heats. I need to beat the piss out of something. Like I did De Luca and his crew. I need to do that to Jack. He’s probably at the bistro with my father.
Sitting together. Maybe my father knew. My heart crumples in agony and I shake my head slightly in denial. My eyes peek at Becca, she didn’t notice. I don’t want her to know how fucked up I am over this. That’s not the way it’s supposed to work.
My poor doll is staring out of the window wide eyed. She hasn’t fucking moved. Hasn’t said a word. I wish she hadn’t heard that, that she was the one he was supposed to kill. I wish she didn’t know. It fucking kills me.
I grab my phone and dial my father. I can’t wait to ask. I need to know. I have to know right fucking now. The thought that he’d do that kills me. I just saw him yesterday. I don’t understand why he’d do this to me. I shake my head again harder as the phone rings and this time she sees. Her eyes are wide with worry.
“It’s gonna be alright babe.” I breathe in deep and give her a forced smile. Her eyes fall and she rests her head against the head rest, seeming to stare at nothing. Her lack of a response worries me.
“Dom. What’s going on?” Pops answers like it’s a normal call.
“You alone?” I want to make sure there’s no one around to hear. Just in case. I don’t want Jack to know I’m coming.
Pops talks over the phone to someone and the line is muffled for a moment and then he comes back on, “All clear, Dom. What’s going on?”
I swallow the lump in my throat and push the words through, “did you know?” That’s really what it comes down to. It’s what I need to know.
I hear Pops move on the other line and then he speaks lower. “Dom, what’s wrong? Where are you?” I stay silent for a moment and take in another deep breath. “You alright Dom? You need something?”
“Did you know about the time on her?” Time is code for hit. The code varies, but right now that’s what it means. His questions and his tone make me believe he didn’t, but I want to hear him say it. I look at Becca with sad eyes, she’s confused for a moment and then tears fall down her cheeks and she quickly wipes them away. I know she understands.
“On your girl?” The sadness in his voice is mixed with disbelief. Then his anger comes through. “We’ll find them Dom.”
“I know who.” The callous words leave my lips with out permission. I grind my teeth waiting for him to ask.
“Who? We’ll collect now.” There’s a moment of silence. “Is-” Silence follows for a moment. “Is she alright Dom?”
“Yeah. I was there.”
“She’s good?” The hope in his voice relaxes every doubt I had.
“Yeah, I got her.”
“Thank fuck. Dom, you are one lucky son of a bitch. You know that?” I can hear the relief in his voice, but still there’s pain.
“You all at the bistro now?” I ask.
“We’re here Dom. We’ll get em.”
“It was Jack.” My father’s silent. It fucking kills me to say it. We grew up with him. He was always there. The last few years, not so much. But growing up, he was like a second father. Tears prick at my eyes. I feel so fucking betrayed.
“Are you sure?” Pop’s voice is deadly and low.
“That’s what the fucker said. It was him.” I straighten in my seat and brush it off as best I can. It’s not the first time someone in the family did some stupid shit. But it’s the first time it’s been directed at me.
“Jack’s here. I’ll question him and take care of it.” I shake my head. That’s not good enough.
“I wanna see him. I wanna look him in the eyes and know why.”
“You know why Dom; she knows a lot of shit.” Before I can respond, he adds. “Doesn’t make it right in the least. He had his orders. He’ll pay the price. I can’t guarantee I’m gonna wait for you Dom.”