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Daddy sighed. Defeated, he held out his hand. “Agreed.”
Shocked that this was happening, I turned to him, but he never looked my way. Both men shook hands. I felt eyes on me, so I gazed over to see four men gawking at me like hungry vultures, and I was their next meal. He’d said that I’d be his wife. What in the hell was up with the other three?
Four men.
One woman.
And a night of chance...
These bad boys are convinced that taming her is the best revenge.
What will it take for them to tame Tina?
Find out here…
Savage Kings Series, Prequel
ABIGAIL
The room was cool since Domino loved to freeze the entire place to a teeth-chattering temperature. I looked a damn fool when I left daily with a sweater on during the end of the summer. Suave, he leaned back in his office chair, stroking his chin. Something was up. He had not tamed his curly hair as it usually was, and his goatee needed a serious lineup. A quick text to O, his brother, and barber, required him to come to fix the situation. I also made a note to get his laundry from his bedroom. Wearing a wrinkled shirt wasn’t allowed. Was that a stain on the collar? LeAming forward, I confirmed it was. His eyebrows furrowed together, bunched in deep concentration.
Domino called me into his office because he had a special project for me. He’d mentioned how important it was that I came immediately, but he sat posed as if time had no place here. Unable to stand the disarray in his appearance, I stood and went to his closet. Inside, I pulled out fresh clothes: a blue and green pinstripe polo shirt, jeans, and blue and green tennis shoes to match. The man had more shoes than me, and I’m a woman who enjoys a new pair of heels often. My shoe closet is bigger than the ones with my clothes. Domino, though, had shoes lining the closet down here and the one inside his bedroom. Every outfit had a pair to match.
I placed the items, minus the shoes, down on top of his desk. High tops on the floor. I leaned in, sniffing him. Clean. The clothes were our only problem.
“Arms up,” I instructed.
“What are you doing, Abbey? I called you in here to talk, not to redress me.”
“Except I’ve been sitting here while I lost you to your chaotic thoughts, trying to sort through the issue alone. When you’re ready to include me, you’ll speak.”
Domino gave me that intense stare that he used to get people to do his bidding.
I giggled, not really sure why he was trying it with me. “You don’t scare me, and I still need to get you into clothes that aren’t stained and wrinkled. You look homeless.”
“I don’t.” Domino looked down at himself, noticing the state of his attire for what seemed like the first time. He sighed before standing.
“Talk,” I prompted him while I began unbuttoning his shirt and removing it from his body.
“Paula claims to be pregnant.”
My fingers didn’t miss a beat as I threw his dirty shirt in a pile on the chair. I checked his wife-beater for cleanliness before putting on his clean shirt. He helped when I needed it, and when I looked at his legs and then his face, he unbuttoned his pants.
“Your undies clean?” I asked while turning away from him.
“Yes, mother.”
I laughed at his horrible joke while sending a text back to O, who explained that he was on his way over to cut Domino’s hair and shape him up. I slipped my phone back into my pocket and rocked on my toes.
“Are you going to say anything?”
I heard the zipper being put into place and turned back to him. “No reason for me to.”
I grabbed his pants from the floor, added them to the chair, and then looked at his socks. Definitely not clean. Getting clean ones was a quick in and out of his closet. He was sitting down, and he tossed the socks he’d been wearing. Handing him the clean ones, I put all the dirty pieces into the laundry bag that I was carrying before I sat back down in my seat and gave him my undivided attention.
“She’s up to something. I can feel it. I need you to go to Cincinnati. She’s there at her mother’s house. She swears she’s homesick, but I think it’s a ploy to keep me away from her lying ass. I believe that she’s pregnant, but I don’t think it was an accident.”
“How would she have gotten your sperm then?” I quizzed him. I’d told him more than once that he needed to be the person to dispose of his condoms. Floozies were scandalous, and having a baby by Domino Foxworth, King of California, Savage King of kings, was like winning the lottery.
