“I gotta get her home first.” I can’t bring her there.
“I know. You go take care of her.”
“I wanna be there.” I say one more time. I feel like he’s not going to listen. Like he’s gonna take him out himself.
“I understand. But I can’t give you that right now Dom. Just get her home and safe and then call me. If I can, I’ll come over.”
I nod, “alright,” and hang up and try to relax somewhat. But I can’t. I can’t relax. A kill is a kill. It fucking sucks and I’ve seen it over and over again. This one is different. This one’s personal. That fucker was going to kill my girl. And Jack paid for it.
A long moment passes with silence. Jack’s a dead man. And my Becca’s safe. That’s what matters.
“Babe we’re going to get through this.” I reach across the console and grab her hand. I rub soothing circles on her soft skin. She keeps looking between me and out the window. I can tell she’s scared, but other than that I have no idea what’s going on in her head.
“The piece of shit that called the hit had no right.” I try to keep her gaze, but she doesn’t hold it. “Babe, you’re safe. No one’s ever going to hurt you again.”
“You said that before.” She barely speaks her words and it shreds me. Cause it’s true.
I wanted to go there and win her heart back with the promise of safety. And look what fucking happened. “It’s over. I promise, everything will be fine, doll.” Raising her small hand to my lips, I plant a small kiss on her tender wrist.
Her beautiful hazel eyes find mine, but all I can see in them is disbelief.
Becca
“Where is he?” Dom’s furious. His corded muscles flex and his voice ricochets in the foyer. “You brought him here?” he asks incredulously as he slams the door. My body jumps from the loud bang. I don’t even know how I got here. I feel like I just woke up from a dark clouded haze.
“Calm down, I wouldn’t bring him to your home.” His father’s voice is calm, but it doesn’t match his appearance.
I’m frozen at the door. I’ve only known this man for a week and already two people have tried to kill me. One to get back at him and one to protect him. My limbs feel limp and weak. The reality weighs heavy on me.
I wanted him. I was willing to try, to give it a chance like he asked.
“I just wanted to tell your Becca, that she has nothing to worry about, regardless of whatever happens between you two.” Although Dante’s talking to Dom, his eyes are on me. He’s obviously concerned and I suppose that’s nice of him, but it just makes me feel uncomfortable.
I take in a staggered inhale and try to walk to them in the center of the foyer, but I can’t. My feet are planted firmly in place. I’m stuck. Everything’s so fucked.
His father takes heavy steps towards me, eating up the space between us. He’s dressed in a suit with no tie. He looks distinguished, like a CEO. Nothing like the mob boss he is. “Everything’s alright now. I promise you, no harm will come your way.”
“Is he dead?” The question falls out of my mouth. I want to know. I need to know. I feel like there’s a target on my back.
His eyes dart to Dom and Dom gives a quick nod. “He will be.”
“I’m gonna make him pay doll.” Dom’s voice is hard and determined.
Make him pay. The images flash before me. The bullet hole, his bloodied face. I look away and cross my arms.
I change my mind.
I don’t want to hear. I get it now. I understand why they keep their women out of it. I want out of it. I can’t handle this shit. My mind keeps replaying the vision of the man’s head smashing against the ground and falling limp with a bullet hole in the back of his skull. My body heats and I feel faint. I swallow thickly and put my hand on my forehead.
I’m not okay. Ice pricks my skin and my vision goes fuzzy.
“She’s going into shock.”
I shake my head. “I’m fine.” Dom mumbles something under his breath, but I don’t hear it.
He lifts me in his arms and carries me away. I don’t even try to protest. “Just relax babe; I got you.”
I feel so fucking groggy. I rub my eyes and sit up in Dom’s bed. Fuck, my head is killing me. I rub my temples as the pain radiates.
I rub my eyes, and take a look around and then I remember. My fists grip the sheets and I sit up straighter with wide eyes. Dom. I need Dom.
“Relax, doll. I’m here.” Dom walks into the room with a glass of water in one hand. “How are you feeling?”
“I don’t know.” I feel like shit. Everything feels like shit. I take the glass of water and take a sip and then another. I greedily drain it feeling a million times better.