I squeezed my eyes shut for a second then open them. "I live you, too."
He turned me to him then, lowered his head, and brushed his lips over mine. I knew I should have lightly kissed him back or even attempted to tease him with a whisper kiss, but I just couldn't. I pressed my mouth hard on his and forced my tongue into his mouth.
Dominic groaned, tensed, and then quickly pulled back away from me.
"Bronagh," he growled, "I want to fuck you when you kiss me like that!"
I smiled at him; I loved getting him so worked up.
It made me feel empowered.
I leaned forward and lightly kissed him then, but he groaned again. "Still makes me want to fuck you."
I laughed. "So will I just stop kissin' you then?"
"Never stop kissing me. Never!" he growled, making me shudder and lazily smile at him.
He kissed my forehead and sighed. "I'm sorry for upsetting you. You know I would never put my hands on you to hurt you. Right?"
I nodded my head. "I know, but you're still very intimidatin' when you get like that. It's fine if I'm just as mad because sometimes I think I scare you when I'm like that."
"You do but I think it's sexy as well," Dominic mumbled.
I snorted and rolled my eyes. "We need to talk."
He nodded and locked eyes with me. "Tell me what Branna told you."
I did as he asked, and when I finished speaking he was nodding.
"Have you ever heard of a man called Marco Miles?" Dominic asked me.
I thought on it, and then shook my head answering no.
"Damn, baby, you really are sheltered," he murmured.
I frowned. "I don't know any bad people, Dominic. I made it my business for years not to talk to anyone or listen to gossip."
Dominic nodded. "I know that but everyone knows of Marco, his name is known all over the world. He is… a very bad person."
I closed my eyes and asked, "And he is your boss?"
"Yes."
My heart broke in two.
"Oh, my God," I whispered.
Dominic pulled me even closer to him. "I don't sell drugs, I don't take them, and I don't kill people or go on any jobs that would land me in prison for life."
I opened my eyes feeling a little more than confused. "What do you do then?"
His jaw tensed. "I'm paying off a loan you could say by fighting."
I frowned. "Money?"
He sighed and closed his eyes. "No, not money. It's more complicated than that."
I sat up and pulled him upright with me. I turned to him, crossed my legs, and gestured him with my hand to carry on talking. "I've got nothin' but time so start talkin'."
Dominic's lip twitched. "Bossy."
I shrugged.
He scrubbed his face with his hands before locking eyes with me again.
"My dad was Marco's best friend since they were kids. They were both bad people and started up their empire from scratch. They had links to a number of Dons from different Mafias, nearly every drug cartel known to man, and they pretty much had the law in their back pocket. My brothers and I grew up around violence and that lifestyle not knowing any better. We were treated like princes, and got everything we wanted because of who our dad was. High-end escorts were servicing me from the time I was thirteen, because I didn't want to jerk myself off. Our lives were a blur up until my mom and dad got killed just after mine and Damien's fifteenth birthday. Dad crossed Marco looking to get some extra money on a drug cartel deal, so Marco had my dad and mom killed before they could take him out. They were best friends, but their greed for money changed them, made them hollow… evil. My mom was no better; the only thing she loved was money and materialistic things. She encouraged my dad to keep our lifestyle up… it got them both killed in the end."
Dominic watched me while he was speaking and stopped when he saw I was now crying.
"Baby, please don't cry." He frowned and reached for me.
I moved forward and engulfed him in a hug, holding him to me tighter than I ever had before.
"I'm so sorry."
Dominic swayed me. "What are you sorry for?"
"For your upbringin', I wish you and your brothers had the love Branna and I had from our parents." I sniffled.
He rubbed his thumb across my cheek and murmured, "No one has ever cried for me before."
"Well, I live you so of course I'm goin' to cry when I hear about your childhood," I cried.
Dominic lightly smiled at me. "Bar my brothers, you're the most important thing in the world to me, you mean everything to me. I just want you to know that before I finish what I need to tell you, okay?"
There was more?
Oh, God!