Dirty Dom

25. Becca

"Where is he?" Dom's furious. His corded muscles flex, and his voice echoes in the foyer. "You brought him here?" he asks incredulously as he slams the door. My body jumps from the loud bang. I don't even know how I got here. I feel like I just woke up from a dark clouded haze.

"Calm down, I wouldn't bring him to your home." His father's voice is calm, but it doesn't match his appearance.

I'm frozen at the door. I've only known this man for a week, and already two people have tried to kill me. One to get back at him, and one to protect him. My limbs feel limp and weak. The reality weighs heavy on me.

I wanted him. I was willing to try, to give it a chance like he asked.

"I just wanted to tell your Becca that she has nothing to worry about, regardless of whatever happens between you two." Although Dante's talking to Dom, his eyes are on me. He's obviously concerned and I suppose that's nice of him, but it just makes me feel uncomfortable.

I take in a staggered inhale and try to walk to them in the center of the foyer, but I can't. My feet are planted firmly in place. I'm stuck. Everything's so fucked.

His father takes heavy steps toward me, eating up the space between us. He's dressed in a suit with no tie. He looks distinguished, like a CEO. Nothing like the mob boss he is. "Everything's alright now. I promise you, no harm will come your way."

"Is he dead?" The question falls out of my mouth. I want to know. I need to know. I feel like there's a target on my back.

His eyes dart to Dom, and Dom gives a quick nod. "He will be."

"I'm gonna make him pay, doll." Dom's voice is hard and determined.

Make him pay. The images flash before me. The bullet hole, his bloodied face. I look away and cross my arms.

I change my mind.

I don't want to hear. I get it now. I understand why they keep their women out of it. I want out of it. I can't handle this shit. My mind keeps replaying the vision of the man's head smashing against the ground and falling limp with a bullet hole in the back of his skull. My body heats, and I feel faint. I swallow thickly and put my hand on my forehead.

I'm not okay. Ice pricks my skin, and my vision goes fuzzy.

"She's going into shock."

I shake my head. "I'm fine." Dom mumbles something under his breath, but I don't hear it.

He lifts me in his arms and carries me away. I don't even try to protest. "Just relax, babe; I got you."

* * *

I feel so fucking groggy. I rub my eyes and sit up in Dom's bed. Fuck, my head is killing me. I rub my temples as the pain radiates.

I rub my eyes and take a look around, and then I remember. My fists grip the sheets, and I sit up straighter with wide eyes. Dom. I need Dom.

"Relax, doll. I'm here." Dom walks into the room with a glass of water in one hand. "How are you feeling?"

"I don't know." I feel like shit. Everything feels like shit. I take the glass of water and take a sip, and then another. I greedily drain it, feeling a million times better.

He sits on the edge of the bed with his body turned toward me as I tap my nail against the glass.

"I can't do this, Dom. I can't run and hide. I can't put Jax through this shit." It physically hurts to say the words, but it's true. I need to end this.