OWN HER: A Dark Mafia Romance(92)

Here’s how I figured it: as long as Sienna was under my watch, I could keep any of that shit from going down.



At least I had scored on one point with her. I had drilled it into her that under no condition was she to agree to do a porno for those fuckers. She was my woman, and no way in hell was I okay with her even nominally considering taping one of those things, no matter what they offered her. She got it. I was pretty sure she got it.



My fucking luck that I picked the one woman who continually resisted my best efforts to teach her proper respect for my authority, right? But damn, she did it for me. The more time I spent with her, and the more time went on, I was starting to get that I really liked her. A lot. More than just her hot bod and the phenomenal sex.



But tonight was not the time to be thinking about any of that serious shit. Point was, I needed to stick to the plan. We figured Sienna would have had a better shot of going through the upstairs rooms of the house, and I’d have a better shot at the first floor. We’d raise fewer eyebrows that way.



Not that I liked that she’d have to be out from my watch in order to accomplish that portion of the evening’s festivities, but it did seem like the best, most logical approach. I was trusting her to handle herself wisely. Seeing as how she was smart and quick and didn’t take any shit, not even from me, I was hoping that we’d be able to get in and out within a few hours, maybe even having scored some evidence, and no worse for the wear.



That was a fucking big leap of faith, but I took it for her.



After the first hour or so of rich assholes schmoozing with each other, eying my woman and the other girls present like they were medallions of filet mignon, and snorting up some heavy lines of coke, the floor show started. I had to watch Sienna strip down to nothing but those fucking shoes that made her legs look like they towered to the moon. And then I took note that she never managed to find that damn little piece of gauze that had not really covered her before—my woman was forced to walk around that damn living room fucking naked. I had to take that shit and just watch it. I thought for sure I’d be bursting a blood vessel or 5,000 sometime tonight. This shit was so fucking wrong, I was starting to see red. I maybe was breathing a little tight.



Joey fucking Ronn noticed. And the fucker pulled me away from the scene, about fifteen minutes after Sienna’s dance had ended, telling me he needed to speak with me alone in the library. I did not want to go. I needed to stay and watch over my woman. This shit was so not right. But then I felt Ship’s hand on my shoulder blade, and he grumbled, “I’ll watch her, Dom.” I looked at him darkly, he gave me a chin up for trust, and I followed the smirking Ronn to the fucking library.



“I see you got a problem tonight.” He poured a drink. I had thought it might have been for me—it was obvious as fuck that I could use it—but no. I was, after all, on duty, guarding his pathetic excuse for a self.



“No problem,” I ground out.



“There had better be no problem. That bitch is out there doing her job. And the night is still young. You gotta learn to tack it down, boy-o. She’s just a fucking whore, anyway. Don’t let yourself get so strung-up. It’s pathetic to watch. I thought the Storm MC were all men. Don’t make me wonder about that.”



I could feel my eyes narrow and my jaw tighten, and I was pulling my breaths deeply. I wanted nothing more than to beat this little POS’s face into pulp. But that would seriously interfere with the plan and probably stir up a whole bunch of shit that I really didn’t need flying.



When I failed to rise to his bait, giving him nothing more than a sharp stare as I towered over him, the little prick grew uneasy. “Yes. Well. Okay. Just so long as we are clear here.”



He cleared his throat and swallowed nervously under my steady glare. I was not letting up. The man had insulted my woman and insulted me personally. That shit did not stand in my world. Tonight may not have been the night for me to make that clear to him, but he would at least understand that I was in no way, shape, or form intimidated or cowed by his attempt at power talk.



One thing I could say for the guy, though, was that his instinct to stay alive was working appropriately. He saw the threat that I posed and perhaps realized he may have pushed me too far. “Okay, Mr.… Dom, right?”



“That’s Mr. Parker, to you.” I’d take nothing less than full-on formal respect from this douchebag from now on.



“Uh-huh. Mr. Parker.” He eyed me warily. “Maybe you need a minute or two to… take a breather. Take your time.” And he scurried out of the office like the hounds of hell were at his heels.