"Dominic Romano. I've been expecting you." My voice is cold and dark. I stand in his bedroom. It's pitch black in here. My knife is cold against my hand. The gun strapped to my leg is calling me. I can't. He needs to suffer.
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Andrea woke up early this morning. She had a nightmare. I haven't seen her have a panic attack this bad in months. "Andy I wish you would tell me what you are feeling." She had been laying in bed for of the day she refused to eat. I know her eating disorder had gotten bad again. A few days ago she was very light headed and almost passed out at work. The Ball is in a few days.
"Dante, why did I have to suffer?" She sits up and stares at her hands in her lap, I don't know what she is talking about. I know most of her past, but something's she refuses to let anyone know.
"What do you mean honey?" I'm a bit worried. She looks at me. Tears threatening to spill over. I haven't seen her cry in a while. She hates crying.
"I'm hurting most of the time. Having flashbacks from when I was tortured by my dad. And lately I haven't been feeling the need to be alive anymore." She lets a tear slip down her cheek. I rush to her side and grip her face in my hands. Her eyes meet mine and it breaks my heart with the amount of pain that is on her face.
"Oh, baby." Tears well up in my eyes and I wrap my arms around her. She grips my shirt and lets out a sob. We sit in this position for a long time. Her breathing had slowed and I think she fell asleep. "no dejaré que te vuelva a pasar nada." I fell asleep holding her close to my chest. (Spanish for: I won't let anything happen to you again.)
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I woke up with my head pounding. Damn how much did I cry last night. I got up from the bed and headed down to the kitchen. Ivan, Andrew, and some of their friends were all set around the table playing clue the board game. "Morning boys." I kissed Andrew on the head and walked to the fridge.
I grabbed somethings and started making food for everybody. I heard footsteps coming near the kitchen. Moments later Dante's warm arms wrapped around my waist. He put his head on my shoulder, and mumbled something. "Morning handsome." He kissed my neck.
"Mom, are you almost done?" Andrew called out. I turned off the stove. Dante put the food on plates and gave it to the boys.
"I'm going to head in for work. I love you." I kissed Dante and said goodbye to the boys. My car ride was long and quiet.
My guards greet me the doors of the company. "un bărbat te așteaptă în biroul tău." Stefan says. He is tall and has dark brown hair. Most of my guards are from all over. He is Romanian, and doesn't speak good English. (Romanian for: a man is waiting for you in your office)
I nod my head at him and walk inside. I take the stairs. I stop on the floor below my office. "Fernanda, come here please?" I waited by the door of a conference room. She hurries over towards me. Fernanda is one of our tech support people. "Can you pull up the camera footage for my office, please?" She hurries into the conference room and over to a computer.
"Here you go ma'am." She gets up and leaves. If I need anything I can most likely do it my self. I hate using computer and technology stuff. Camera one is pointed at my desk. Camera two is pointed at my door. Camera three is pointed at my sofa, right where Dominic is sitting.
I take in a deep breath and make my way up to my office. I walk right through the door. When I take a seat at the desk Dominic stands from his position. "Can I help you mr. Romano?" I raise an eyebrow at him. He chuckles as he places himself on my desk between my legs that he spread apart.
His gaze had me trapped in my place. God I hate acting scared around him. I have to play the part though. "I think you can ms. Carter." His voice is smooth and deep. His eyes tell one story while he speaks something different. "I think we should have some fun. What do you think about that? Or should I leave?" He had a mocking tone. This made me let out a small laugh.
"And what kind of fun would we have?" I made my voice seductive and stood. He took my place in the chair.
"The only kind you like." He grabs me and pulls me down on his lap. He whispers in my ear, "lock the door." With his demand I lock the door and black out the windows. The only light now was a few lamps here and there.
I return to my seat facing him on his lap. He grabs me by the neck and starts to kiss me. His mouth devoured mine. His hands gripped my ass. My hands tugged on his hair. He moves down my neck and to the cleavage I was showing in my tank top. I felt his boner through my sweat pants. "Somebody is excited." I taunt at him. He takes off my top and bra. He starts to suck on my nipple. I let out a loud moan.
"Now who is excited?" He teases me. I take his shirt off and take him in a deep kiss. His tongue slips into my mouth and he grabs my hips. He stands and carries me over to the couch. He take off his pants and I take off mine. He had his way with me.
"See you next week?" I play with him. He turns his head to look at me laying beside him.
"How about we go again?" He smiles and we go a few more times. He starts to get his clothes back on.
"Leaving already? But we were just having fun." I pout. Gag. He buckles his pants and throws my tank top at me.
"Trust me, love, I wasn't leaving. But that was just my thank you for delivering on my weapons." He sits on the couch next to me. Is he wanting to just hang out?
"Well, it's my job after all." I slip my tank top and sweat pants back on. I walk over to my desk and pull out a blunt. "Want one?" I nod at him. He curled his nose in disgust.
"You smoke? Gross." He fake gags and I just crack a window.
"You don't? Cmon have a little fun her and there. It's just weed." I take a hit and gesture for him to take one. He shakes his head. His loss.
He looks like he wants to ask me something. "Why do you smoke?" He looks real curious.
"One: because I can. Two: my dad started me on it when I was 14 and I haven't really been able to quit." I told him a truth. I'm a good person, when I want to be. He just nods and looks away.
"So Dommy, what do you do for fun? Other than what we just did." He looks shaken at my question.
"Don't call me Dommy. I watch movies." He gives me a small glare.
"What movie do you want to watch.... Dommy?" I smirk at him and he lets out a small laugh.
"How about we watch Jaws?" He suggest. I make a face at him. I love shark movies, but have seen jaws way too much to ever watch for fun.
"No, I've seen it too many times." He thinks for a moment.
"What about the hunger games? My sisters say it's good, but I haven't watched them yet." I gasp. The hunger games are so good. How has he never seen them before.
"It's decided. Hunger games her we come." I start the tv and we cuddle together on the couch. And the magic is having its effects. Somebody should learn from me. I am too good at being manipulative.
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Thanks for reading this chapter. I hate editing so I'm very sorry if any of this is really bad. Also I'm bored and just trying to get something written.
