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“I don’t know.”
“I’ll make you a deal. If you do this, be with me, and in the next six months you don’t care about me, I’ll let you go.” She turns her head to look at me, shock written all over her face.
“Why would you give me that option?”
“Because this is turning into something else for me, Evangeline. Something I didn’t expect.”
“If I say yes, does that mean no more girls sucking your cock in the office?” I almost laugh at the jealousy in her voice.
“No more,” I tell her. I watch her swallow hard before she nods her head.
“I’ll stay with you.”
18
Evangeline
Idon’t know what the hell got into me earlier. I shouldn’t have said yes. I should have told him to fuck off and ran the other way. He shot Abby right in front of me and didn’t even bat an eye. He held me in bed and then had a woman sucking his cock in his office. Nothing about Dom is what I thought it would be. He’s vile and brash. He didn’t care about my feelings during any of that and I agreed to stay with him for six months. How stupid could I be?
I step out of the shower and pull the towel around my body looking at myself in the mirror. I look okay. I feel okay, but something deep down tells me this is going to end badly. I don’t like the feelings I have when I’m near Dom. They are too powerful, too commanding and I have a bad feeling that if I give into him he’s going to break my heart. Shaking my head, I dry and dress in comfortable pajamas before brushing my hair out. My dark eyes seem haunted these days and I wonder if that has anything to do with Abby and my father. You would think that would weigh heavily on my mind, but it doesn’t. They aren’t at the certain of my life any longer and a sense of peace seemed to have settled within me about that. My father was using me. Abby was using me. And just like Abby, Dom said my father would die at some point. My heart aches a little, but more for my mother.
“Are you ready?” I hear Dom’s voice, but I’m not even dressed. I’m in pajamas.
“Ready for what? I didn’t think we were going out!” I call through the door. I hear the handle jiggle and before I can stop him, he’s stepping into the bathroom with me. His feet are bare with nothing on his chest either. Those grey sweat pants that hang low on his hips show off the outline of his cock. My eyes travel over him and all the tattoos that adorn his skin.
“What do they all mean?” I ask nodding at his chest.
“Most hold no meaning. They’re just things I wanted.”
“Shouldn’t they have meaning?” Dom shakes his head.
“Sometimes you just have to let go, Eva and do things because you want to. Not because you have to,” he says in a sultry tone. I close my eyes when I feel him move closer. His hands come to rest on my shoulders, massaging them slightly. I moan because it feels good and that gets a chuckle from him. My eyes slowly open and lock with his. The grey seems darker, almost black in this moment and when he leans in to kiss me, I let him. His lips are soft as he slowly moves them over mine. Then his tongue is seeking out mine. Our tongues collide as the air in the room thickens. Each swipe pulls me deeper and I find it harder and harder to pull away. Thankfully I don’t have to. Dom pulls back first and grabs my hand in his, tugging me toward the door. With our fingers intertwined, he leads me out of the spare room and down the hall to his. I laugh out loud when he pulls me inside and I see what he’s done.
“What is all this?”
“This is a normal night. You don’t want the mafia and I want something else.”
“What do you want, Dom?” He sighs and turns to look at me, a solemn look in his eyes.
“I want a legit life. I don’t want all this illegal shit that my father is into,” he says softly shocking the hell out of me a little. I wasn’t expecting that. Not from him. He looks away from me until I ask the next question.
“You’re serious?” He turns to face me and nods his head.
“I am. I’ve done illegal things since I was ten years old. I’ve killed people since I was thirteen, Eva. This isn’t what I wanted. I never wanted to be a murderer, but it’s what I’m good at.” I can see the hurt in his eyes, but it’s the tone of his voice that rips at something inside me. Instead of saying anything, I take his hand in mine and lead him into the room.
I giggle as I take in the bed.
“This isn’t your normal,” I tell him with a smile.
“It’s neither of our normal, but I thought you might like it.” On the bed is a box of pizza, beer, sodas, candy. I’ve never in my life seen a display quiet like this. He obviously gave it some thought to able to do all of this.
“It’s perfect, Dom.” He leads me over and I climb onto the bed where he moves to climb on next to me. He pulls the blankets back and we both climb under before he grabs the controller.
“You really don’t want the mafia life anymore?” I have to ask. It’s been bothering me since he said it and now I find myself needing to know.
“No. What I want is something quiet. I want a life, I want to go out and not have to look over my shoulder. I want to know that my family can walk outside and not have to worry about them being killed or taken as revenge,” he tells me. I think this is the most serious conversation that we’ve ever had.
“I think that sounds perfect, but how do you plan to do that?” It’s a fair question that I’m curious to know the answer to.
