Oh shit.
I didn’t even get a chance to argue with him to tell him I wasn’t going anywhere with him that night. My mortal danger was getting in the way of me protecting myself from the carnal danger that was Luke.
I mentally shrugged it off and went back to work. I was making some good headway on my deadline so at least that wouldn’t be stressing me out along with everything else.
Five minutes after I put down the phone from Luke, I heard a floorboard creak in my office. I swiveled in my chair expecting to see Luke (who, incidentally, I noticed pocketed the extra set of keys I gave him last night).
Instead, I saw Dom.
I shot out of the chair, opened my mouth to scream, Dom was on me in a flash and everything went black.
*
This was my early evening:
I woke up in the back of Dom’s BMW. I’d been in Dom’s BMW, like, a gazillion times but I’d never been lying in the back unable to move my limbs (okay, so a few drunken times I’d been lying in the back but I’d been able to move my limbs).
The inability to move my limbs freaked me right the hell out.
“Dom,” I whispered.
He didn’t reply, maybe he didn’t hear me, maybe he was concentrating on driving. I started to get tingling in my extremities which I took as a good sign while I felt the car moving, like it was going in long circles. I was getting my strength back and was just able to pull myself into a sitting position when Dom parked and got out of the car then got in the backseat with me.
“Hey, you’re awake,” he said, settling next to me and turning toward me. Then for some bizarre reason, he pulled my still not entirely under my control body across his lap and leaned into me.
I blinked. “What did you do to me?” I asked.
“Stun gun. Sorry, Ava, but we need to talk and I didn’t want to put up with your mouth.”
Stun gun?
Stun gun?
Dom stun-gunned me?
I’d never even seen a stun gun. I saw a video of someone getting Tasered on YouTube (and I might add I was not at all happy that Dom had done that to me) but I’d never seen a stun gun.
What a jerk!
“You stun-gunned me?” I asked.
“We need to talk.”
I was getting back to fighting fit (read: could control my hands) and I shoved against him but his fingers wrapped around my wrists and he held on tight.
“We don’t need to talk,” I told him then said, “What are you doing here? Where have you been? The police said you were missing.”
His eyes narrowed. “You talked to the police about me?”
“No, the police talked to me about you. Your living room was shot up and for some reason a Mister Zano sent some henchmen to kidnap me and it has something to do with you. Is this Mister Zano related to you and Uncle Vito?”
A weird look crossed his face before he muttered, “Fuck.”
“Fuck is right!” I snapped. “What’s going on?”
“I got a problem at work, I’m fixing it,” he said, passing it off like it was nothing. “Listen, Ava, you and me –”
“There is no you and me,” I interrupted him.
His hands tightened on my wrists. “Listen!” he clipped. “I know you got a problem with the whole Sissy thing –”
The whole “Sissy thing”?
Oh… my… God.
I vowed quadruple-revenge against Dom, rat-bastard.
He went on. “I’m leaving her.”
“You can’t leave her, she already left you,” I reminded him.
“Then I’ll give her a divorce, no contest.”
Well this was good news.
“Wonderful. I can’t wait to tell her. She’ll be over the moon.”
Obviously, Dom didn’t care that his wife of five years would be thrilled at his granting a no-contest divorce.
I knew this mainly because he said, “Then you and I can hook up.”
I blinked again.
Was he insane? Why were men such total assholes?
“We’re not hooking up,” I snapped.
I watched as his face changed in a soft, sexy way and I felt a weird moment of sadness. Mainly because he was hot and that look on his face was even hotter. If he’d been a good guy, some woman (read: Sissy) would have been very lucky. Instead, he was a rat-bastard, tore through women’s lives and left devastation in his wake.
“You changed. Noah fucked you over and you changed,” he said, his voice just as soft and sexy as his face and I stared at him. “You got this… attitude,” his eyes dropped to my mouth. “Fuck, makes me hard just thinkin’ about it,” he muttered.
Ho-ly crap.
I pulled at my wrists. “Let me go!” I shouted.
His fingers tightened and it kinda hurt. “You and me will be good together. Explosive,” he told me.
“You’ve got a screw loose! You’re my best friend’s husband!”
“Not for long.”
“Fuck off!” I yelled.
Then he yanked me forward by my wrists and kissed me. Dom had a lot of practice at kissing. He was, I noted with some detachment, a good kisser.
I noted this right before I bit his tongue.
He reared back. “Stop doing that!”