Isadora was a breath of fresh air in Dominic’s life. Within a month, he slept at his penthouse every night, curled up against her. Talks of finding her own apartment had dwindled, and Dominic had only gone to his country estate for his twice-a-month meetings.The more time he spent with her, the more he liked her. Most nights she cooked dinner for him and his men, and afterwards they’d watch a movie or talk about their lives. She’d talk about work, and more than once she’d refused his offer of a better job in one of his own companies.Dominic had left Giovanni with the girls in the warehouse to question them before he made his move, but they’d been there for two weeks with no results. He wasn’t the type of man to condone the torture of women, but he was getting tired of not having answers.Ethan parked the large SUV inside the warehouse, and Dominic stepped out, not waiting for the men to flank him. They were indoors but he knew Hudson would have something to say, he always did.“Can
Isadora smiled as she read the text on her phone from Dominic. Her life felt like a fairytale. Every morning Dominic woke her with coffee in bed. They’d take a shower together, and get ready for work.Ethan always had breakfast ready when they emerged hand in hand. Her driver, Remy, would take her to work, and pick her up again in the afternoon. She’d started paying off a lot of her parents’ debts since she had no living costs.“What are you smiling about?” Susanna asked her.Susanna was the first one to befriend Isadora at work, and they always took their lunch together, and ate whatever they bought in the park across the street from where they worked. She liked Susanna, and so far she’d only told her that she’d met someone.“Can’t I smile?”“Nuh uh, that smile says someone’s getting laid tonight,” Susanna said.Isadora burst out laughing, and shook her head. “I get laid every night.”“Oh my word, Isa! Spill it, girl!”Isadora sighed, but she couldn’t wipe the smile from her face. “T
Dominic was running late and had sent another text to Isadora to let her know that he would meet her at the event. Remy would time it perfectly and he would arrive at the same time as her. He’d seen the charge from the boutique on his credit card and he felt slightly better knowing she’d fit in.“Ten minutes, Dominic,” Cooper said as he sped down the street.“Who was supposed to remind me about this charity thing?” Dominic asked.“I did remind you,” Austin said.“Half an hour before the fucking thing starts,” Dominic bit back.“At least it’s not like the last time, where you had to tell people that you cut yourself shaving to explain the blood on your collar,” Hudson said.Dominic snorted. “What’s this one for?”“Orphans,” Ethan said and produced a glossy piece of paper from his jacket.Dominic looked at the page and read through it quickly. It was a $500 a plate function where they’d give speeches and people would donate money. He had nothing against orphans and he donated regularly
Isadora woke up to an empty bed, and she swallowed her emotions away. She’d never felt so cheap in her life before. His words had hurt her, and she couldn’t believe she’d let him call her a whore for a second time.Was she Dominic’s whore? She supposed she was. He paid for everything, she lived in his penthouse, used his car and credit card, and in return she let him fuck her whenever and however he wanted.She ran to the bathroom, and made it just in time as she vomited up bile. She dry heaved a few times, and realized that someone was holding her hair back. She lowered her head to the toilet, and took a few deep breaths.“Are you feeling sick?” Dominic asked her.She shook her head, and stood up on shaky legs. She rinsed her mouth a few times, and pulled the lever of the toilet to flush her vomit away. She looked up, and saw the concern in Dominic’s eyes.“I’m not sick,” she whispered.Dominic placed his hand on her forehead, and frowned slightly as he looked at her. “Well, you’re n
Dominic stripped off his suit in the bathroom and let the shower wash the blood from his face. He’d have to burn his shirt, nothing would get the blood from that shirt. He sighed as the steam rose and he pushed his hair back.It was getting too long and he needed a haircut. It could wait like many other things had to wait. He’d avoided Conrad too and he knew that soon his car would pull up and he’d be forced to climb inside and listen to Conrad berate him.They’d never had a loving relationship, rather Conrad was a general and Dominic his soldier, always learning and never being good enough. He was tired and more than once he’d thought about just killing the old man.Gage would approve. Faro and Eris would too but Hunter and even more so, Inara would be heartbroken. He wouldn’t be able to look at his sister and know that he was the cause of her pain. Conrad was a good father to his sisters.**Dominic sat on the wooden chair, his back ramrod straight. Slouching was never acceptable. Th
Dominic looked at the black limousine as it pulled to a stop near the curb. The rear door opened, and he sighed. He gave his men a nod, and climbed into the car. Smoke from his Cuban cigar curled around his face but Dominic remained stoic.The limo pulled away from the curb, and blended into the traffic. “You’ve been avoiding me, Dominic.”“I’ve been busy.”Conrad chuckled low in his throat. “I’m aware of just how fucking busy you’ve been.”Silence ensued, and Dominic knew better than to say anything else. The limo drove towards the warehouses, and Dominic’s heart sank. He was being taken to the warehouse so Conrad could execute his punishment.Conrad Vittori was a fucking bastard, and Dominic glared at him through the haze of smoke. He hated the man with every fiber of his being. The large doors slid open, and the limo drove inside the warehouse.The doors were opened, and Dominic climbed out and smoothed the cuffs of his jacket. He turned to glare at Conrad, and he looked back to wh
The cut on Dominic’s eyebrow had required two stitches. He had four cracked ribs, and thankfully no internal bleeding. The backdoor clinic he’d used had patched him up, and sent him on his way with painkillers and a throbbing forehead. He’d gone without the local anesthesia.It was barely 8 PM, and he gingerly opened his eyes when Ethan parked the SUV in the underground parking lot of his building. He was pissed off, and now Conrad knew exactly where they all stood.His last words hadn’t been as cryptic. “You are more ready than I was, Dominic.” His words kept playing in Dominic’s head, over and over. Ready to take over? Ready for Conrad to leave him the fuck alone? He could only wish.Dominic walked into his penthouse alone, having dismissed his men. He wanted to take a shower, have a drink or ten, and climb into bed. Somewhere in between those things on his list he should eat as well.“Where the hell were you?” Isadora’s voice came loudly from the direction of the kitchen.“I was bu
The police officers parted as Dominic walked toward the house. There were more police officers inside the foyer, and at the bottom of the stairs stood Detective Williams, the one that had made the call.“Mr Vittori, Captain Wilson’s waiting for you upstairs in the main bedroom,” he said.“Thank you, Detective,” Dominic said.Cooper and Ethan joined them in the foyer, and Austin led the way upstairs. It had to be bad for Jimmy Wilson to make the call and ask him to come to Conrad’s house. Dominic wasn’t sure he wanted to see it.“Dominic,” Jimmy said, and he snapped out of it.“Jimmy,” Dominic said and nodded his head.Jimmy nodded his head and Dominic followed him down the hall where they had more privacy. “It’s a fucked up way to die, Dominic. Whoever did this … this was personal. I know you and the old man didn’t always see eye to eye, so I wanted you to see what we’re working with here. This was fucking personal.”“Conrad had security cameras, inside and outside. Have you spoken to