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And we’ll take our revenge.
But we don’t have them right now.
And I’m too angry to be gentle.
CHAPTER58
Val
My bare feetare silent on the stairs.
I’ve waited.
I waited for an hour after I heard Dominic come home. But he didn’t come to bed. He didn’t come upstairs at all.
He’s alone—I’m certain of that much—which means he’s unhurt.
I keep my hand on the railing until I reach the main floor.
I know I’m still naive compared to Aspen—and probably all the women in Dominic’s family. Hell, I googledwhat is the mafiajust weeks ago. But I know enough to know it’s dangerous. And even though my first day here was spent attending a funeral, I don’t think I really understood it.
Tonight, I understood.
I’ve felt sick to my stomach with worry since Dom left me here—alone. And I need to see him. Knowing he’s back isn’t enough. I need to see him.
I feel like I’m doing something wrong as I walk down the dark hallway, but this is my home, too. And I’m not trying to spy. I’m just trying to find my husband.
Light comes from behind the cracked-open door that leads to the gym.
I pause outside it, listening to the rhythmic sound coming from inside.
Placing my palm on the door, I hesitate for only a moment, then push it open.
And catch my breath.
Dominic is in the center of the room, pounding his fists into a large punching bag suspended from the ceiling.
Only half the lights are on, casting shadows across the floor, but it’s the man himself that holds my gaze. Because he’s magnificent.
His suit coat is lying on the floor, as if tossed aside while Dominic strode through the room. And his white shirt is still on but unbuttoned, the open sides moving with him as his body shifts and turns with each punch.
And his body.
Jesus.
His shirt is soaked through with sweat, making the white material transparent over his back and arms, showing me every ripple of muscle. Every inch of inked skin.
And I want him.
I want him so bad that I start across the room.
Dominic is facing away from me, but in front of us is the wall of windows, and with the darkness outside and lights on inside, it’s become a mirror, alerting Dom to my approach.
He drops his arms to his sides while his chest heaves.
He doesn’t turn to face me, just stares at my reflection in the glass.
My yellow dress swishes with my steps, my loose hair lying across my shoulders.
